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This
was
the
funeral
party
,
and
although
it
was
quiet
,
it
was
not
quite
subdued
.
There
was
rather
less
drinking
than
at
an
ordinary
party
,
but
there
was
some
.
After
a
few
beers
(
only
the
night
before
he
had
sworn
he
would
never
touch
the
stuff
again
,
but
in
the
cold
afternoon
light
the
previous
evening
had
seemed
impossibly
long
ago
)
Louis
thought
to
pass
on
a
few
little
funerary
anecdotes
his
Uncle
Carl
had
told
him
--
that
at
Sicilian
funerals
unmarried
women
sometimes
snipped
a
piece
of
the
deceased
's
shroud
and
slept
with
it
under
their
pillows
,
believing
it
would
bring
them
luck
in
love
;
that
at
Irish
funerals
mock
weddings
were
sometimes
performed
,
and
the
toes
of
the
dead
were
tied
together
because
of
an
ancient
Celtic
belief
that
it
kept
the
deceased
's
ghost
from
walking
.
Uncle
Carl
said
that
the
custom
of
tying
D.O.A.
tags
to
the
great
toes
of
corpses
had
begun
in
New
York
,
and
since
all
of
the
early
morgue
keepers
had
been
Irish
,
he
believed
this
to
be
a
survival
of
that
old
superstition
.
Then
,
looking
at
their
faces
,
he
had
decided
such
tales
would
be
taken
wrong
.
Rachel
had
broken
down
only
once
,
and
her
mother
was
there
to
comfort
her
.
Rachel
clung
to
Dory
Goldman
and
sobbed
against
her
shoulder
in
an
open
,
let-it-all-go
way
that
had
been
so
far
impossible
for
her
with
Louis
,
perhaps
because
she
saw
them
both
as
culpable
in
Gage
's
death
or
perhaps
because
Louis
,
lost
in
the
peculiar
half-world
of
his
own
fancies
,
had
not
encouraged
her
grief
.
Either
way
,
she
had
turned
to
her
mother
for
comfort
,
and
Dory
was
there
to
give
it
,
mingling
her
tears
with
her
daughter
's
.
Irwin
Goldman
stood
behind
them
,
his
hand
on
Rachel
's
shoulder
,
and
looked
with
sickly
triumph
across
the
room
at
Louis
.
Ellie
circulated
with
a
silver
tray
loaded
with
canapes
,
little
rolls
with
a
feathered
toothpick
poked
through
each
one
.
Her
picture
of
Gage
was
tucked
firmly
under
her
arm
.
Louis
received
condolences
.
He
nodded
and
thanked
the
condolers
.
And
if
his
eyes
seemed
distant
,
his
manner
a
little
cold
,
people
supposed
he
was
thinking
of
the
past
,
of
the
accident
,
of
the
Gageless
life
ahead
;
none
(
perhaps
not
even
Jud
)
would
have
suspected
that
Louis
had
begun
to
think
about
the
strategies
of
grave
robbing
...
only
in
an
academic
way
,
of
course
;
it
was
not
that
he
intended
to
do
anything
.
It
was
only
a
way
to
keep
his
mind
occupied
.
It
was
not
as
if
he
intended
to
do
anything
.
Louis
stopped
at
the
Orrington
Corner
Store
,
bought
two
six-packs
of
cold
beer
,
and
called
ahead
to
Napoli
's
for
a
pepperoni-and-mushroom
pizza
.
"
Want
to
give
me
a
name
on
that
,
sir
?
"
Oz
the
Gwest
and
Tewwible
,
Louis
thought
.
"
Lou
Creed
.
"
