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"
Of
course
,
"
she
said
.
"
Poor
Louis
and
poor
Rachel
.
"
And
suddenly
Louis
knew
what
she
was
going
to
say
next
,
and
for
some
reason
he
dreaded
it
;
yet
it
was
coming
,
unavoidable
,
like
a
black
bullet
of
a
large
caliber
from
a
killer
's
gun
,
and
he
knew
that
he
would
be
struck
over
and
over
by
this
bullet
in
the
next
interminable
ninety
minutes
,
and
then
again
in
the
afternoon
,
while
the
wounds
of
the
morning
were
still
trickling
blood
:
"
Thank
God
he
did
n't
suffer
,
Louis
.
At
least
it
was
quick
.
"
Yes
,
it
was
quick
,
all
right
,
he
thought
about
saying
to
her
--
ah
,
how
that
would
shatter
her
face
all
over
again
,
and
he
felt
a
vicious
urge
to
do
it
,
to
simply
spray
the
words
into
her
face
.
It
was
quick
,
no
doubt
about
that
,
that
's
why
the
coffin
's
closed
,
nothing
could
have
been
done
about
Gage
even
if
Rachel
and
I
approved
of
dressing
up
dead
relatives
in
their
best
like
department
store
mannequins
and
rouging
and
powdering
and
painting
their
faces
.
It
was
quick
,
Missy-my-dear
,
one
minute
he
was
there
on
the
road
and
the
next
minute
he
was
lying
in
it
,
but
way
down
by
the
Ringers
"
house
.
It
hit
him
and
killed
him
and
then
it
dragged
him
and
you
better
believe
it
was
quick
.
A
hundred
yards
or
more
all
told
,
the
length
of
a
football
field
.
I
ran
after
him
,
Missy
,
I
was
screaming
his
name
over
and
over
again
,
almost
as
if
I
expected
he
would
still
be
alive
,
me
,
a
doctor
.
I
ran
ten
yards
and
there
was
his
baseball
cap
and
I
ran
twenty
yards
and
there
was
one
of
his
Star
Wars
sneakers
,
I
ran
forty
yards
and
by
then
the
truck
had
run
off
the
road
and
the
box
had
jackknifed
in
that
field
beyond
the
Ringers
"
barn
.
People
were
coming
out
of
their
houses
and
I
went
on
screaming
his
name
,
Missy
,
and
at
the
fifty-yard
line
there
was
his
jumper
,
it
was
turned
inside-out
,
and
on
the
seventy-yard
line
there
was
the
other
sneaker
,
and
then
there
was
Gage
.
Abruptly
the
world
went
dove
gray
.
Everything
passed
out
of
his
view
.
Dimly
he
could
feel
the
corner
of
the
stand
which
held
the
book
digging
into
his
palm
,
but
that
was
all
.
"
Louis
?
"
Missy
's
voice
.
Distant
.
The
mystery
sound
of
pigeons
in
his
ears
.
"
Louis
?
"
Closer
now
.
Alarmed
.
The
world
swam
back
into
focus
.
"
You
all
right
?
"
He
smiled
.
"
Fine
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
'm
okay
,
Missy
.
"
