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He
went
upstairs
that
night
about
fifteen
minutes
after
Gage
had
been
put
to
bed
.
He
found
his
son
quiet
but
still
awake
,
drinking
the
last
of
a
bottle
of
milk
and
looking
contemplatively
up
at
the
ceiling
.
Louis
took
one
of
Gage
's
feet
in
one
hand
and
raised
it
up
.
He
kissed
it
,
lowered
it
.
"
Goodnight
,
Gage
,
"
he
said
.
"
Kite
flyne
,
Daddy
,
"
Gage
said
.
"
It
really
did
fly
,
did
n't
it
?
"
Louis
said
,
and
for
no
reason
at
all
he
felt
tears
behind
his
eyes
.
"
Right
up
to
the
sky
,
my
man
.
"
"
Kite
flyne
,
"
Gage
said
.
"
Up
to
the
kye
.
"
He
rolled
over
on
his
side
,
closed
his
eyes
,
and
slept
.
Just
like
that
.
Louis
was
stepping
into
the
hall
when
he
glanced
back
and
saw
yellowy-green
,
disembodied
eyes
staring
out
at
him
from
Gage
's
closet
.
The
closet
door
was
open
...
just
a
crack
.
His
heart
took
a
lurch
into
his
throat
,
and
his
mouth
pulled
back
and
down
in
a
grimace
.
He
opened
the
closet
door
,
thinking
(
Zelda
it
's
Zelda
in
the
closet
her
black
tongue
puffing
out
between
her
lips
)
he
was
n't
sure
what
,
but
of
course
it
was
only
Church
,
the
cat
was
in
the
closet
,
and
when
it
saw
Louis
it
arched
its
back
like
a
cat
on
a
Halloween
card
.
It
hissed
at
him
,
its
mouth
partly
open
,
revealing
its
needle-sharp
teeth
.
