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He
turned
off
the
light
and
left
.
He
found
that
he
could
not
give
much
more
to
his
daughter
.
For
one
wild
moment
,
regarding
her
in
her
shadowy
room
,
he
thought
she
was
Gage
--
the
thought
came
to
him
that
the
whole
thing
had
been
a
hideous
nightmare
,
like
his
dream
of
Pascow
leading
him
into
the
woods
,
and
for
a
moment
his
tired
mind
grasped
at
it
.
The
shadows
helped
--
there
was
only
the
shifting
light
of
the
portable
TV
that
Jud
had
taken
up
for
her
to
pass
the
hours
.
The
long
,
long
hours
.
But
it
was
n't
Gage
,
of
course
;
it
was
Ellie
,
who
was
now
not
only
grasping
the
picture
in
which
she
was
pulling
Gage
on
the
sled
,
but
sitting
in
Gage
's
chair
.
She
had
taken
it
out
of
his
room
and
brought
it
into
hers
.
It
was
a
small
director
's
chair
with
a
canvas
seat
and
a
canvas
strip
across
the
back
.
Stenciled
across
that
strip
was
GAGE
.
Rachel
had
mail-ordered
four
of
these
chairs
.
Each
member
of
the
family
had
one
with
his
or
her
name
stenciled
on
the
back
.
Ellie
was
too
big
for
Gage
's
chair
.
She
was
crammed
into
it
,
and
the
canvas
bottom
bulged
downward
dangerously
.
She
held
the
Polaroid
picture
to
her
chest
and
stared
at
the
TV
,
where
some
movie
was
showing
.
"
Ellie
,
"
he
said
,
snapping
off
the
TV
,
"
bedtime
.
"
She
worked
her
way
out
of
the
chair
,
then
folded
it
up
.
She
apparently
meant
to
take
the
chair
into
bed
with
her
.
Louis
hesitated
,
wanting
to
say
something
about
the
chair
,
and
finally
settled
on
,
"
Do
you
want
me
to
tuck
you
in
?
"
"
Yes
,
please
,
"
she
said
.
"
Do
you
...
would
you
want
to
sleep
with
Mommy
tonight
?
"
"
No
,
thanks
.
"
