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Benjamin
's
was
the
right
choice
.
Bangor
was
an
early-lunch
town
,
and
around
one
o'clock
it
was
nearly
deserted
.
Jud
had
come
along
with
Steve
and
Rachel
,
and
the
four
of
them
ate
fried
chicken
.
At
one
point
Rachel
went
to
the
ladies
"
room
and
remained
in
there
so
long
that
Steve
became
nervous
.
He
was
on
the
verge
of
asking
a
waitress
to
check
on
her
when
she
came
back
to
the
table
,
her
eyes
red
.
Louis
picked
at
his
chicken
and
drank
a
lot
of
Schlitz
beer
.
Jud
matched
him
bottle
for
bottle
,
not
talking
much
.
Their
four
meals
went
back
almost
uneaten
,
and
with
his
preternatural
insight
,
Louis
saw
the
waitress
,
a
fat
girl
with
a
pretty
face
,
debating
with
herself
about
whether
or
not
to
ask
them
if
their
meals
had
been
all
right
,
finally
taking
another
look
at
Rachel
's
red-rimmed
eyes
and
deciding
it
would
be
the
wrong
question
.
Over
coffee
Rachel
said
something
so
suddenly
and
so
baldly
that
it
rather
shocked
them
all
--
particularly
Louis
,
who
at
last
was
becoming
sleepy
with
the
beer
.
"
I
'm
going
to
give
his
clothes
to
the
Salvation
Army
.
"
"
Are
you
?
"
Steve
said
after
a
moment
.
"
Yes
,
"
Rachel
said
.
"
There
's
a
lot
of
wear
in
them
yet
.
All
his
jumpers
...
his
corduroy
pants
...
his
shirts
.
Someone
will
be
glad
to
get
them
.
They
're
all
very
serviceable
.
Except
for
the
ones
he
was
wearing
,
of
course
.
They
're
...
ruined
.
"
The
last
word
became
a
miserable
choke
.
She
tried
to
drink
coffee
,
but
that
was
no
good
.
A
moment
later
she
was
sobbing
into
her
hands
.
There
was
a
queer
moment
then
.
There
were
crossing
lines
of
tension
then
.
They
all
seemed
to
focus
on
Louis
.
He
felt
this
with
the
same
preternatural
insight
he
'd
had
all
this
day
,
and
of
them
all
,
this
was
the
clearest
and
surest
.
Even
the
waitress
felt
those
converging
lines
of
awareness
.
He
saw
her
pause
at
a
table
near
the
back
where
she
was
laying
placemats
and
silver
.
For
a
moment
Louis
was
puzzled
,
and
then
he
understood
:
they
were
waiting
for
him
to
comfort
his
wife
He
could
n't
do
it
.
He
wanted
to
do
it
.
He
understood
it
was
his
responsibility
to
do
it
.
All
the
same
,
he
could
n't
.
It
was
the
cat
that
got
in
his
way
.
Suddenly
and
with
no
rhyme
or
reason
.
The
cat
.
The
fucking
cat
.
Church
with
his
ripped
mice
and
the
birds
he
had
grounded
forever
.
When
he
found
them
,
Louis
had
cleaned
up
the
messes
promptly
,
with
no
complaint
or
comment
,
certainly
without
protest
.
He
had
,
after
all
,
bought
them
.
But
had
he
bought
this
?
He
saw
his
fingers
.
Louis
saw
his
fingers
.
He
saw
his
fingers
lightly
skating
over
the
back
of
Gage
's
jacket
.
Then
Gage
's
jacket
had
been
gone
.
Then
Gage
had
been
gone
.
