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He
kicked
out
at
Louis
again
,
missing
the
kidney
this
time
,
getting
Louis
on
the
high
part
of
the
left
buttock
with
one
black
old
man
's
shoe
.
Louis
grunted
in
pain
,
and
this
time
he
did
go
down
on
the
carpet
.
His
chin
hit
with
an
audible
crack
.
He
bit
his
tongue
.
"
There
!
"
Goldman
cried
.
"
There
's
the
kick
in
the
ass
I
should
have
given
you
the
first
time
you
came
sucking
around
,
you
bastard
.
There
!
"
He
kicked
Louis
in
the
ass
again
,
this
time
connecting
with
the
other
buttock
.
He
was
weeping
and
grinning
.
Louis
saw
for
the
first
time
that
Goldman
was
unshaven
--
a
sign
of
mourning
.
The
funeral
director
raced
toward
them
.
Rachel
had
broken
Mrs.
Goldman
's
hold
and
was
also
racing
toward
them
,
screaming
.
Louis
rolled
clumsily
over
on
his
side
and
sat
up
.
His
father-in-law
kicked
out
at
him
again
and
Louis
caught
his
shoe
in
both
hands
--
it
thwapped
solidly
into
his
palms
like
a
well-caught
football
--
and
shoved
backward
as
hard
as
he
could
.
Bellowing
,
Goldman
flew
backward
at
an
angle
,
pinwheeling
his
arms
for
balance
.
He
fell
on
Gage
's
Eternal
Rest
casket
,
which
had
been
manufactured
in
the
town
of
Storyville
,
Ohio
,
and
which
had
not
come
cheap
.
Oz
the
Gweat
and
Tewwible
has
just
fallen
on
top
of
my
son
's
coffin
,
Louis
thought
dazedly
.
The
casket
fell
from
the
trestle
with
a
huge
crash
.
The
left
end
fell
first
,
then
the
right
.
The
latch
snapped
.
Even
over
the
screams
and
the
crying
,
even
over
the
bellows
of
Goldman
,
who
after
all
was
only
playing
a
children
's
party
game
of
Pin
the
Blame
on
the
Donkey
,
Louis
heard
the
lock
snap
.
The
coffin
did
not
actually
open
and
spill
Gage
's
sad
,
hurt
remains
out
onto
the
floor
for
all
of
them
to
gawp
at
,
but
Louis
was
sickly
aware
that
they
had
only
been
spared
that
by
the
way
the
coffin
had
fallen
--
on
its
bottom
instead
of
on
its
side
.
It
easily
could
have
fallen
that
other
way
.
Nonetheless
in
that
split
instant
before
the
lid
slammed
shut
on
its
broken
latch
again
,
he
saw
a
flash
of
gray
--
the
suit
they
had
bought
to
put
in
the
ground
around
Gage
's
body
.
And
a
bit
of
pink
.
Gage
's
hand
,
maybe
.
Sitting
there
on
the
floor
,
Louis
put
his
face
in
his
hands
and
began
to
weep
.
He
had
lost
all
interest
in
his
father-in-law
,
in
the
MX
missile
,
in
permanent
versus
dissolving
sutures
,
in
the
heat
death
of
the
universe
.
At
that
moment
,
Louis
Creed
wished
he
were
dead
.
And
suddenly
,
weirdly
,
an
image
rose
in
his
mind
:
Gage
in
Mickey
Mouse
ears
,
Gage
laughing
and
shaking
hands
with
a
great
big
Goofy
on
Main
Street
,
in
Disney
World
.
He
saw
this
with
utter
clarity
.
One
of
the
trestle
supports
had
fallen
over
;
the
other
leaned
with
drunken
casualness
against
the
low
dais
where
a
minister
might
stand
to
offer
a
eulogy
.
Sprawled
in
the
flowers
was
Goldman
,
also
weeping
.
Water
from
the
overturned
vases
trickled
.
The
flowers
,
some
of
them
crushed
and
mangled
,
gave
off
their
turgid
scent
even
more
strongly
.
Rachel
was
screaming
and
screaming
.
