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I
never
thought
I
'd
see
such
a
thing
,
but
there
it
was
.
'
"
Well
,
word
got
around
.
Pretty
soon
some
other
people
saw
Timmy
,
too
.
Missus
Stratton
--
well
,
we
called
her
"
missus
,
"
but
so
far
as
anyone
knew
she
could
have
been
single
or
divorced
or
grass-widowed
;
she
had
a
little
two-room
house
down
where
the
Pedersen
Road
joins
the
Hancock
Road
,
and
she
had
a
lot
of
jazz
records
,
and
sometimes
she
'd
be
willing
to
throw
you
a
little
party
if
you
had
a
ten-dollar
bill
that
was
n't
working
too
hard
.
Well
,
she
saw
him
from
her
porch
,
and
she
said
he
walked
right
up
to
the
edge
of
the
road
and
stopped
there
.
"
He
just
stood
there
,
she
said
,
his
hands
dangling
at
his
sides
and
his
head
pushed
forward
,
lookin
like
a
boxer
who
's
ready
to
eat
him
some
canvas
.
She
said
she
stood
there
on
her
porch
,
heart
goin
like
sixty
,
too
scared
to
move
.
Then
she
said
he
turned
around
,
and
it
was
like
watching
a
drunk
man
try
to
do
an
about-face
.
One
leg
went
way
out
and
the
other
foot
turned
,
and
he
just
about
fell
over
.
She
said
he
looked
right
at
her
and
all
the
strength
just
run
out
of
her
hands
and
she
dropped
the
basket
of
washing
she
had
,
and
the
clothes
fell
out
and
got
smutty
all
over
again
.
"
She
said
his
eyes
...
she
said
they
looked
as
dead
and
dusty
as
marbles
,
Louis
.
But
he
saw
her
...
and
he
grinned
...
and
she
said
he
talked
to
her
.
Asked
her
if
she
still
had
those
records
because
he
would
n't
mind
cutting
a
rug
with
her
.
Maybe
that
very
night
.
And
Missus
Stratton
went
back
inside
,
and
she
would
n't
come
out
for
most
of
a
week
,
and
by
then
it
was
over
anyway
.
"
Lot
of
people
saw
Timmy
Baterman
.
Many
of
them
are
dead
now
--
Missus
Stratton
is
,
for
one
,
and
others
have
moved
on
,
but
there
are
a
few
old
crocks
like
me
left
around
who
'll
tell
you
...
if
you
ask
em
right
.
"
We
saw
him
,
I
tell
you
,
walking
back
and
forth
along
the
Pedersen
Road
,
a
mile
east
of
his
daddy
's
house
and
a
mile
west
.
Back
and
forth
he
went
,
back
and
forth
all
day
,
and
for
all
anyone
knew
,
all
night
.
Shirt
untucked
,
pale
face
,
hair
all
stuck
up
in
spikes
,
fly
unzipped
sometimes
,
and
this
look
on
his
face
...
this
look
...
"
Jud
paused
to
light
a
cigarette
,
then
shook
the
match
out
,
and
looked
at
Louis
through
the
haze
of
drifting
blue
smoke
.
And
although
the
story
was
,
of
course
,
utterly
mad
,
there
was
no
lie
in
Jud
's
eyes
.
"
You
know
,
they
have
these
stories
and
these
movies
--
I
do
n't
know
if
they
're
true
--
about
zombies
down
in
Haiti
.
In
the
movies
they
just
sort
of
shamble
along
,
with
their
dead
eyes
starin
straight
ahead
,
real
slow
and
sort
of
clumsy
.
Timmy
Baterman
was
like
that
,
Louis
,
like
a
zombie
in
a
movie
,
but
he
was
n't
.
There
was
somethin
more
.
There
was
somethin
goin
on
behind
his
eyes
,
and
sometimes
you
could
see
it
and
sometimes
you
could
n't
see
it
.
Somethin
behind
his
eyes
,
Louis
.
I
do
n't
think
that
thinkin
is
what
I
want
to
call
it
.
I
do
n't
know
what
in
the
hell
I
want
to
call
it
.
"
It
was
sly
,
that
was
one
thing
.
