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He
drank
beer
and
smoked
.
Daylight
faded
.
He
did
not
put
on
the
light
.
Gradually
the
tip
of
his
cigarette
became
a
small
red
pip
in
the
darkness
.
He
sat
and
drank
beer
and
watched
Louis
Creed
's
driveway
.
He
believed
that
when
Louis
came
home
from
wherever
he
was
,
he
would
go
over
and
have
a
little
talk
with
him
.
Make
sure
Louis
was
n't
planning
to
do
anything
he
should
n't
.
And
still
he
felt
the
soft
tug
of
whatever
it
was
,
whatever
sick
power
it
was
that
inhabited
that
devil
's
place
,
reaching
down
from
its
bluff
of
rotted
stone
where
all
those
cairns
had
been
built
.
Stay
out
of
this
,
you
.
Stay
out
of
it
or
you
're
going
to
be
very
,
very
sorry
.
Ignoring
it
as
best
he
could
,
Jud
sat
and
smoked
and
drank
beer
.
And
waited
.
While
Jud
Crandall
was
sitting
in
the
ladderbacked
rocker
and
watching
for
him
out
of
his
bay
window
,
Louis
was
eating
a
big
tasteless
dinner
in
the
Howard
Johnson
's
dining
room
.
The
food
was
plentiful
and
dull
--
exactly
what
his
body
seemed
to
want
.
Outside
it
had
grown
dark
.
The
headlights
of
the
passing
cars
probed
like
fingers
.
He
shoveled
the
food
in
.
A
steak
.
A
baked
potato
.
A
side
dish
of
beans
which
were
a
bright
green
nature
had
never
intended
.
A
wedge
of
apple
pie
with
a
scoop
of
ice
cream
on
top
of
it
melting
into
a
soft
drool
.
He
ate
at
a
corner
table
,
watching
people
come
and
go
,
wondering
if
he
might
not
see
someone
he
knew
.
In
a
vague
way
,
he
rather
hoped
that
would
happen
.
It
would
lead
to
questions
--
where
's
Rachel
,
what
are
you
doing
here
,
how
's
it
going
?
--
and
perhaps
the
questions
would
lead
to
complications
,
and
maybe
complications
were
what
he
really
wanted
.
A
way
out
.
And
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
a
couple
that
he
did
know
came
in
just
as
he
was
finishing
his
apple
pie
and
his
second
cup
of
coffee
.
Rob
Grinnell
,
a
Bangor
doctor
,
and
his
pretty
wife
Barbara
.
He
waited
for
them
to
see
him
,
sitting
here
in
the
corner
at
his
table
for
one
,
but
the
hostess
led
them
to
the
booths
on
the
far
side
of
the
room
,
and
Louis
lost
sight
of
them
entirely
except
for
an
occasional
glimpse
of
Grinnell
's
prematurely
graying
hair
.
The
waitress
brought
Louis
his
check
.
He
signed
for
it
,
jotting
his
room
number
under
his
signature
,
and
left
by
the
side
door
.
Outside
the
wind
had
risen
to
near-gale
force
.
It
was
a
steady
droning
presence
,
making
the
electrical
wires
hum
oddly
.
He
could
see
no
stars
but
had
a
sense
of
clouds
rushing
past
overhead
at
high
speed
.
Louis
stood
on
the
walk
for
a
moment
,
hands
in
pockets
,
face
tilted
into
that
wind
.
Then
he
turned
back
and
went
up
to
his
room
and
turned
on
the
television
.
It
was
too
early
to
do
anything
serious
,
and
that
nightwind
was
too
full
of
possibilities
.
It
made
him
nervous
.
He
watched
four
hours
of
TV
,
eight
back-to-back
half-hour
comedy
programs
.
He
realized
it
had
been
a
very
long
time
since
he
had
watched
so
much
TV
in
a
steady
,
uninterrupted
stream
.
He
thought
that
all
the
female
leads
on
the
sitcoms
were
what
he
and
his
friends
had
called
"
cockteasers
"
back
in
high
school
.
