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She
signed
for
herself
and
her
husband
--
Mr.
and
Mrs.
David
Dandridge
--
in
round
Palmer-method
script
;
to
this
she
added
their
address
--
Rural
Box
67
,
Old
Bucksport
Road
--
and
then
raised
her
eyes
to
Louis
's
and
quickly
dropped
them
,
as
if
her
very
address
on
the
road
where
Gage
had
died
constituted
a
crime
.
"
Be
well
,
Louis
,
"
she
whispered
.
David
Dandridge
shook
his
hand
and
muttered
something
inarticulate
,
his
prominent
,
arrowhead-shaped
adam
's
apple
bobbing
up
and
down
.
Then
he
followed
his
wife
hurriedly
down
the
aisle
for
the
ritual
examination
of
a
coffin
which
had
been
made
in
Storyville
,
Ohio
,
a
place
where
Gage
had
never
been
and
where
he
was
not
known
.
Following
the
Dandridges
they
all
came
,
moving
in
a
shuffling
line
,
and
Louis
received
them
,
their
handshakes
,
their
hugs
,
their
tears
.
His
collar
and
the
upper
sleeve
of
his
dark
gray
suit
coat
soon
became
quite
damp
.
The
smell
of
the
flowers
began
to
reach
even
the
back
of
the
room
and
to
permeate
the
place
with
the
smell
of
funeral
.
It
was
a
smell
he
remembered
from
his
childhood
--
that
sweet
,
thick
,
mortuary
smell
of
flowers
.
Louis
was
told
how
merciful
it
was
that
Gage
had
n't
suffered
thirty-two
times
by
his
own
inner
count
.
He
was
told
that
God
works
in
mysterious
ways
His
wonders
to
perform
twenty-five
times
.
Bringing
up
the
rear
was
he
's
with
the
angels
now
,
a
total
of
twelve
times
.
It
began
to
get
to
him
.
Instead
of
losing
what
marginal
sense
these
little
aphorisms
had
(
the
way
your
own
name
will
lose
its
sense
and
identity
if
you
repeat
it
over
and
over
again
)
,
they
seemed
to
punch
deeper
each
time
,
angling
in
toward
the
vitals
.
By
the
time
his
mother-in-law
and
father-in-law
put
in
their
inevitable
appearance
,
he
had
begun
to
feel
like
a
hard-tagged
fighter
.
His
first
thought
was
that
Rachel
had
been
right
--
and
how
.
Irwin
Goldman
had
indeed
aged
.
He
was
--
what
?
Fifty-eight
,
fifty-nine
?
Today
he
looked
a
graven
and
composed
seventy
.
He
looked
almost
absurdly
like
Israel
's
Prime
Minister
Menachem
Begin
with
his
bald
head
and
Coke-bottle
glasses
.
Rachel
had
told
Louis
Goldman
had
aged
when
she
came
back
from
her
Thanksgiving
trip
,
but
Louis
had
not
expected
this
.
Of
course
,
he
thought
,
maybe
it
had
n't
been
this
bad
at
Thanksgiving
.
The
old
man
had
n't
lost
one
of
his
two
grandchildren
at
Thanksgiving
.
Dory
walked
beside
him
,
her
face
all
but
invisible
under
two
--
possibly
three
--
layers
of
heavy
black
netting
.
Her
hair
was
fashionably
blue
,
the
color
favored
by
elderly
ladies
of
an
upper-class
American
persuasion
.
She
held
her
husband
's
arm
.
All
Louis
could
really
see
behind
the
veil
was
the
glitter
of
her
tears
.
Suddenly
he
decided
it
was
time
to
let
bygones
be
bygones
.
He
could
not
hold
the
old
grudge
any
longer
.
Suddenly
it
was
too
heavy
.
Perhaps
it
was
the
cumulative
weight
of
all
those
platitudes
.
"
Irwin
.
Dory
,
"
he
murmured
.
"
Thank
you
for
coming
.
"
He
made
a
gesture
with
his
arms
,
as
if
to
shake
hands
with
Rachel
's
father
and
hug
her
mother
simultaneously
,
or
perhaps
even
to
hug
them
both
.
