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Louis
looked
at
Steve
,
politely
questioning
.
Not
much
of
what
Steve
had
said
had
gotten
through
--
he
had
been
thinking
that
if
he
had
been
a
little
quicker
he
could
have
saved
his
son
's
life
--
but
a
little
of
this
last
registered
.
"
I
do
n't
think
you
've
noticed
,
"
Steve
said
,
"
but
Ellie
is
n't
vocalizing
.
And
Rachel
has
had
such
a
bad
shock
that
her
very
conception
of
time
seems
to
have
been
twisted
out
of
shape
.
"
"
Right
!
"
Louis
said
.
More
force
in
reply
seemed
to
be
indicated
here
.
He
was
n't
sure
why
.
Steve
put
a
hand
on
Louis
's
shoulder
.
"
Lou
,
"
he
said
,
"
they
need
you
more
now
than
they
ever
have
in
their
life
.
More
than
they
ever
will
again
,
maybe
.
Please
,
man
...
I
can
give
your
wife
a
shot
,
but
...
you
...
see
,
Louis
,
you
got
ta
...
Oh
,
Christ
,
Louis
,
what
a
cock-knocking
,
mother-fucking
mess
this
is
!
"
Louis
saw
with
something
like
alarm
that
Steve
was
starting
to
cry
.
"
Sure
,
"
he
said
,
and
in
his
mind
he
saw
Gage
running
across
the
lawn
toward
the
road
.
They
were
yelling
at
Gage
to
come
back
,
but
he
would
n't
--
lately
the
game
had
been
to
run
away
from
Mommy-Daddy
--
and
then
they
were
chasing
him
,
Louis
quickly
outdistancing
Rachel
,
but
Gage
had
a
big
lead
,
Gage
was
laughing
,
Gage
was
running
away
from
Daddy
--
that
was
the
game
--
and
Louis
was
closing
the
distance
but
too
slowly
,
Gage
was
running
down
the
mild
slope
of
the
lawn
now
to
the
verge
of
Route
15
,
and
Louis
prayed
to
God
that
Gage
would
fall
down
--
when
little
kids
ran
fast
,
they
almost
always
fell
down
because
a
person
's
control
over
his
legs
did
n't
get
really
cool
until
he
was
maybe
seven
or
eight
.
Louis
prayed
to
God
that
Gage
would
fall
down
,
fall
down
,
yes
,
fall
down
bloody
his
nose
crack
his
skull
need
stitches
whatever
,
because
now
he
could
hear
the
drone
of
a
truck
coming
toward
them
,
one
of
those
big
ten-wheelers
that
went
back
and
forth
endlessly
between
Bangor
and
the
Orinco
plant
in
Bucksport
,
and
he
had
screamed
Gage
's
name
then
,
and
he
believed
that
Gage
had
heard
him
and
tried
to
stop
.
Gage
seemed
to
realize
that
the
game
was
over
,
that
your
parents
did
n't
scream
at
you
when
it
was
just
a
game
,
and
he
had
tried
to
put
on
the
brakes
,
and
by
then
the
sound
of
the
truck
was
very
loud
,
the
sound
of
it
filled
the
world
.
It
was
thundering
.
Louis
had
thrown
himself
forward
in
a
long
flying
tackle
,
his
shadow
tracking
the
ground
beneath
him
as
the
shadow
of
the
Vulture
had
tracked
the
white
late-winter
grass
of
Mrs.
Vinton
's
field
that
day
in
March
,
and
he
believed
that
the
tips
of
his
fingers
had
actually
brushed
the
back
of
the
light
jacket
Gage
had
been
wearing
,
and
then
Gage
's
forward
motion
had
carried
him
out
into
the
road
,
and
the
truck
had
been
thunder
,
the
truck
had
been
sunlight
on
high
chrome
,
the
truck
had
been
the
deep-throated
,
shrieking
bellow
of
an
air
horn
,
and
that
had
been
Saturday
,
that
had
been
three
days
ago
.
"
I
'm
okay
,
"
he
said
to
Steve
.
"
I
ought
to
go
now
.
"
"
If
you
can
get
yourself
together
and
help
them
,
"
Steve
said
,
swiping
at
his
eyes
with
the
arm
of
his
jacket
,
"
you
'll
be
helping
yourself
too
.
The
three
of
you
have
got
to
get
through
it
together
,
Louis
.
That
's
the
only
way
.
That
's
all
anybody
knows
.
"
