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He
did
not
sleep
for
a
long
time
,
and
before
he
did
,
the
curved
bone
of
the
moon
looked
in
the
window
at
him
.
The
following
day
was
overcast
but
very
warm
,
and
Louis
was
sweating
heavily
by
the
time
he
had
checked
Rachel
's
and
Ellie
's
baggage
through
and
gotten
their
tickets
out
of
the
computer
.
He
supposed
just
being
able
to
keep
busy
was
something
of
a
gift
,
and
he
felt
only
a
small
,
aching
comparison
to
the
last
time
he
had
put
his
family
on
a
plane
to
Chicago
,
at
Thanksgiving
.
Ellie
seemed
distant
and
a
trifle
odd
.
Several
times
that
morning
Louis
had
looked
up
and
seen
an
expression
of
peculiar
speculation
on
her
face
.
Conspirator
's
complex
working
overtime
,
boyo
,
he
told
himself
.
She
said
nothing
when
told
they
were
all
going
to
Chicago
,
she
and
Mommy
first
,
perhaps
for
the
whole
summer
,
and
only
went
on
eating
her
breakfast
(
Cocoa
Bears
)
.
After
breakfast
she
went
silently
upstairs
and
got
into
the
dress
and
shoes
Rachel
had
laid
out
for
her
.
She
had
brought
the
picture
of
her
pulling
Gage
on
her
sled
to
the
airport
with
her
,
and
she
sat
calmly
in
one
of
the
plastic
contour
seats
in
the
lower
lobby
while
Louis
stood
in
line
for
their
tickets
and
the
loudspeaker
blared
intelligence
of
arriving
and
departing
flights
.
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Goldman
showed
up
forty
minutes
before
flight
time
.
Irwin
Goldman
was
natty
(
and
apparently
sweatless
)
in
a
cashmere
topcoat
in
spite
of
the
sixty-degree
temperatures
;
he
went
over
to
the
Avis
desk
to
check
his
car
in
while
Dory
Goldman
sat
with
Rachel
and
Ellie
.
Louis
and
Goldman
joined
the
others
at
the
same
time
.
Louis
was
a
bit
afraid
that
there
might
be
a
reprise
of
the
my
son
,
my
son
playlet
,
but
he
was
spared
.
Goldman
contented
himself
with
a
rather
limp
handshake
and
a
muttered
hello
.
The
quick
,
embarrassed
glance
he
afforded
his
son-in-law
confirmed
the
certainty
Louis
had
awakened
with
this
morning
;
the
man
must
have
been
drunk
.
They
went
upstairs
on
the
escalator
and
sat
in
the
boarding
lounge
,
not
talking
much
.
Dory
Goldman
thumbed
nervously
at
her
copy
of
an
Erica
Jong
novel
but
did
not
open
it
.
She
kept
glancing
,
a
little
nervously
,
at
the
picture
Ellie
was
holding
.
Louis
asked
his
daughter
if
she
would
like
to
walk
over
to
the
bookstore
with
him
and
pick
out
something
to
read
on
the
plane
.
