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All
of
them
--
the
droning
Orinco
truck
,
the
fingers
that
just
touched
the
back
of
Gage
's
jumper
and
then
slid
off
,
Rachel
preparing
to
go
to
the
viewing
in
her
housecoat
,
Ellie
carrying
Gage
's
picture
and
putting
his
chair
next
to
her
bed
,
Steve
Masterton
's
tears
,
the
fight
with
Irwin
Goldman
,
Jud
Crandall
's
terrible
story
of
Timmy
Baterman
--
all
of
them
existed
only
in
Louis
Creed
's
mind
during
the
few
seconds
that
passed
while
he
raced
his
laughing
son
to
the
road
.
Behind
him
,
Rachel
screamed
again
--
Gage
,
come
back
,
do
n't
RUN
!
--
but
Louis
did
not
waste
his
breath
.
It
was
going
to
be
close
,
very
close
,
and
yes
,
one
of
those
things
really
happened
:
from
somewhere
up
the
road
he
could
hear
the
drone
of
the
oncoming
truck
and
somewhere
inside
a
memory
circuit
opened
and
he
could
hear
Jud
Crandall
speaking
to
Rachel
on
that
very
first
day
in
Ludlow
:
You
want
to
watch
em
around
the
road
,
Missus
Creed
.
It
's
a
bad
road
for
kids
and
pets
.
Now
Gage
was
running
down
the
gentle
slope
of
lawn
that
merged
with
the
soft
shoulder
of
Route
15
,
his
husky
little
legs
pumping
,
and
by
all
the
rights
of
the
world
he
should
have
fallen
over
sprawling
but
he
just
kept
going
and
now
the
sound
of
the
truck
was
very
loud
indeed
,
it
was
that
low
,
snoring
sound
that
Louis
sometimes
heard
from
his
bed
as
he
floated
just
beyond
the
rim
of
sleep
.
Then
it
seemed
a
comforting
sound
,
but
now
it
terrified
him
.
Oh
my
dear
God
oh
my
dear
Jesus
let
me
catch
him
do
n't
let
him
get
into
the
road
!
Louis
put
on
a
final
burst
of
speed
and
leaped
,
throwing
himself
out
straight
and
parallel
to
the
ground
like
a
football
player
about
to
make
a
tackle
;
he
could
see
his
shadow
tracking
along
on
the
grass
below
him
in
the
lowest
periphery
of
his
vision
,
and
he
thought
of
the
kite
,
the
Vulture
,
printing
its
shadow
all
the
way
across
Mrs.
Vinton
's
field
,
and
just
as
Gage
's
forward
motion
carried
him
into
the
road
,
Louis
's
fingers
brushed
the
back
of
his
jacket
...
and
then
snagged
it
.
He
yanked
Gage
backward
and
landed
on
the
ground
at
the
same
instant
,
crashing
his
face
into
the
rough
gravel
of
the
shoulder
,
giving
himself
a
bloody
nose
.
His
balls
signaled
a
much
more
serious
flash
of
pain
--
Ohhh
,
if
I
'd
'
a
known
I
was
gon
na
be
playing
football
.
I
woulda
worn
my
jock
--
but
both
the
pain
in
his
nose
and
the
driving
agony
in
his
testes
were
lost
in
the
swelling
relief
of
hearing
Gage
's
wail
of
pain
and
outrage
as
his
bottom
landed
on
the
shoulder
and
he
fell
over
backward
onto
the
edge
of
the
lawn
,
thumping
his
head
.
A
moment
later
his
wails
were
drowned
by
the
roar
of
the
passing
truck
and
the
almost
regal
blat
of
its
air
horn
.
Louis
managed
to
get
up
in
spite
of
the
lead
ball
sitting
in
his
lower
stomach
and
cradled
his
son
in
his
arms
.
A
moment
later
Rachel
joined
them
,
also
weeping
,
crying
out
to
Gage
,
"
Never
run
in
the
road
,
Gage
!
Never
,
never
,
never
!
The
road
is
bad
!
Bad
!
"
And
Gage
was
so
astonished
at
this
tearful
lecture
that
he
left
off
crying
and
goggled
up
at
his
mother
.
"
Louis
,
your
nose
is
bleeding
,
"
she
said
and
then
hugged
him
so
suddenly
and
strongly
that
for
a
moment
he
could
barely
breathe
.
"
That
is
n't
the
worst
of
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
think
I
'm
sterile
,
Rachel
.
Oh
boy
,
the
pain
.
"
And
she
laughed
so
hysterically
that
for
a
few
moments
he
was
frightened
for
her
,
and
the
thought
crossed
his
mind
:
If
Gage
really
had
been
killed
,
I
believe
it
would
have
driven
her
crazy
.
