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Church
stood
there
,
looking
up
at
him
.
Louis
drank
off
half
the
can
of
beer
and
felt
it
go
to
his
head
almost
at
once
.
"
You
do
n't
even
eat
them
,
do
you
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Just
killing
them
is
enough
for
you
.
"
Church
strolled
into
the
living
room
,
apparently
deciding
there
was
going
to
be
no
food
,
and
after
a
moment
Louis
followed
it
.
He
thought
again
randomly
,
Hey-ho
,
let
's
go
.
Louis
sat
down
in
his
chair
and
looked
at
Church
again
.
The
cat
was
reclining
on
the
rug
by
the
TV
stand
,
watching
Louis
carefully
,
probably
ready
to
run
if
Louis
should
suddenly
become
aggressive
and
decide
to
put
his
kicking-foot
in
gear
.
Instead
Louis
raised
his
beer
.
"
To
Gage
,
"
he
said
.
"
To
my
son
,
who
might
have
been
an
artist
or
an
Olympic
swimmer
or
the
motherfucking
President
of
the
United
States
.
What
do
you
say
,
asshole
?
"
Church
regarded
him
with
those
dull
,
strange
eyes
.
Louis
drank
off
the
rest
of
his
beer
in
big
gulps
that
hurt
his
tender
throat
,
arose
,
went
to
the
fridge
,
and
got
a
second
one
.
By
the
time
Louis
had
finished
three
beers
,
he
felt
that
he
had
some
sort
of
equilibrium
for
the
first
time
that
day
.
By
the
time
he
had
gotten
through
the
first
six-pack
,
he
felt
that
sleep
might
actually
be
possible
in
another
hour
or
so
.
He
came
back
from
the
fridge
with
his
eighth
or
ninth
(
he
had
really
lost
count
by
then
and
was
walking
on
a
slant
)
,
and
his
eyes
fell
on
Church
;
the
cat
was
dozing
--
or
pretending
to
--
on
the
rug
now
.
The
thought
came
so
naturally
that
it
surely
must
have
been
there
all
along
,
simply
waiting
its
time
to
come
forward
from
the
back
of
his
mind
:
