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But
Gage
was
not
killed
;
all
of
that
had
only
been
a
hellishly
detailed
moment
of
imagination
as
Louis
outraced
his
son
's
death
across
a
green
lawn
on
a
sunshiny
May
afternoon
.
Gage
went
to
grammar
school
,
and
at
the
age
of
seven
he
began
going
to
camp
,
where
he
showed
a
wonderful
and
surprising
aptitude
for
swimming
.
He
also
gave
his
parents
a
rather
glum
surprise
by
proving
himself
able
to
handle
a
month
's
separation
with
no
noticeable
psychic
trauma
.
By
the
time
he
was
ten
,
he
was
spending
the
entire
summer
away
at
Camp
Agawam
in
Raymond
,
and
at
eleven
he
won
two
blue
ribbons
and
a
red
one
at
the
Four
Camps
Swimathon
that
ended
the
summer
's
activities
.
He
grew
tall
,
and
yet
through
it
all
he
was
the
same
Gage
,
sweet
and
rather
surprised
at
the
things
the
world
held
out
...
and
for
Gage
,
the
fruit
was
somehow
never
bitter
or
rotten
.
He
was
an
honors
student
in
high
school
and
a
member
of
the
swimming
team
at
John
Bapst
,
the
parochial
school
he
had
insisted
on
attending
because
of
its
swimming
facilities
.
Rachel
was
upset
,
but
Louis
was
not
particularly
surprised
when
,
at
seventeen
,
Gage
announced
his
intention
to
convert
to
Catholicism
.
Rachel
believed
that
all
of
it
was
because
of
the
girl
Gage
was
going
out
with
,
she
saw
marriage
in
his
immediate
future
(
"
if
that
little
slut
with
the
St.
Christopher
's
medal
is
n't
balling
him
,
I
'll
eat
your
shorts
,
Louis
,
"
she
said
)
,
the
wreckage
of
his
college
plans
and
his
Olympic
hopes
,
and
nine
or
ten
little
Catholics
running
around
by
the
time
Gage
was
forty
.
By
then
he
would
be
(
according
to
Rachel
,
anyway
)
a
cigar-smoking
truck
driver
with
a
beer
belly
,
Our-Fathering
and
Hail-Marying
his
way
into
pre-cardiac
oblivion
.
Louis
suspected
his
son
's
motives
were
rather
more
pure
,
and
although
Gage
converted
(
and
on
the
day
he
actually
did
the
deed
,
Louis
sent
an
unabashedly
nasty
postcard
to
Irwin
Goldman
;
it
read
,
Perhaps
you
'll
have
a
Jesuit
grandson
yet
.
Your
goy
son-in-law
,
Louis
)
,
he
did
not
marry
the
rather
nice
(
and
decidedly
unslutty
)
girl
he
had
dated
through
most
of
his
senior
year
.
He
went
on
to
Johns
Hopkins
,
made
the
Olympic
swimming
team
,
and
on
one
long
,
dazzling
,
and
incredibly
proud
afternoon
sixteen
years
after
Louis
had
raced
an
Orinco
truck
for
his
son
's
life
,
he
and
Rachel
--
who
had
now
gone
almost
entirely
gray
,
although
she
covered
it
with
a
rinse
--
watched
their
son
win
a
gold
medal
for
the
U.S.A.
.
When
the
NBC
cameras
moved
in
for
a
close-up
of
him
,
standing
with
his
dripping
,
seal-sleek
head
back
,
his
eyes
open
and
calm
and
fixed
on
the
flag
as
the
national
anthem
played
,
the
ribbon
around
his
neck
,
and
the
gold
lying
against
the
smooth
skin
of
his
chest
,
Louis
wept
.
He
and
Rachel
both
wept
.
"
I
guess
this
caps
everything
,
"
he
said
huskily
and
turned
to
embrace
his
wife
.
But
she
was
looking
at
him
with
dawning
horror
,
her
face
seeming
to
age
before
his
eyes
as
if
whipped
by
days
and
months
and
years
of
evil
time
;
the
sound
of
the
national
anthem
faded
and
when
Louis
looked
back
at
the
TV
he
saw
a
different
boy
there
,
a
black
boy
with
a
head
of
tight
curls
in
which
gems
of
water
still
gleamed
.
This
caps
everything
.
His
cap
.
His
cap
is
...
