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Irwin
Goldman
sighed
.
At
that
moment
he
looked
very
old
and
it
suddenly
occurred
to
Rachel
that
her
father
looked
like
Jud
Crandall
.
"
You
have
time
to
pack
a
bag
,
if
you
want
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
can
be
at
the
airport
in
forty
minutes
,
if
I
drive
the
way
I
used
to
when
your
mother
and
I
were
first
married
.
Find
her
your
tote
bag
,
Dory
.
"
"
Mommy
,
"
Ellie
said
.
Rachel
turned
toward
her
.
Ellie
's
face
was
now
sheened
with
light
sweat
.
"
What
,
honey
?
"
"
Be
careful
,
Mommy
,
"
Ellie
said
.
The
trees
were
only
moving
shapes
against
a
cloudy
sky
backlit
by
the
glow
from
the
airport
not
too
far
distant
.
Louis
parked
the
Honda
on
Mason
Street
.
Mason
bordered
Pleasantview
on
its
south
side
,
and
here
the
wind
was
almost
strong
enough
to
rip
the
car
door
out
of
his
hand
.
He
had
to
push
hard
to
shut
it
.
The
wind
rippled
at
his
jacket
as
he
opened
the
Honda
's
hatch
and
took
out
the
piece
of
tarpaulin
he
had
cut
and
wrapped
around
his
tools
.
He
was
in
a
wing
of
darkness
between
two
streetlights
,
standing
on
the
curb
with
the
canvas-wrapped
bundle
cradled
in
his
arms
,
looking
carefully
for
traffic
before
crossing
to
the
wrought-iron
fence
which
marked
the
boundary
of
the
graveyard
.
He
did
not
want
to
be
seen
at
all
,
if
he
could
help
it
,
not
even
by
someone
who
would
notice
him
and
forget
him
the
next
second
.
Beside
him
,
the
branches
of
an
old
elm
groaned
restlessly
in
the
wind
,
making
Louis
think
of
jackleg
necktie
parties
.
God
,
he
was
so
scared
.
This
was
n't
wild
work
;
it
was
mad
work
.
No
traffic
.
On
the
Mason
Street
side
,
the
streetlamps
marched
away
in
perfect
white
circles
,
casting
spotlights
on
the
sidewalk
where
,
during
the
days
after
Fairmount
Grammar
School
let
out
,
boys
would
ride
bikes
and
girls
would
jump
rope
and
play
hopscotch
,
never
noticing
the
nearby
graveyard
,
except
perhaps
at
Halloween
,
when
it
would
acquire
a
certain
spooky
charm
.
Perhaps
they
would
dare
to
cross
their
suburban
street
and
hang
a
paper
skeleton
on
the
wrought-iron
bars
of
the
high
fence
,
giggling
at
the
old
jokes
:
It
's
the
most
popular
place
in
town
;
people
are
dying
to
get
in
.
Why
is
it
wrong
to
laugh
in
the
graveyard
?
Because
everyone
who
lives
there
is
always
in
a
grave
mood
.
"
Gage
,
"
he
muttered
.
Gage
was
in
there
,
behind
that
wrought-iron
fence
,
unjustly
imprisoned
under
a
blanket
of
dark
earth
,
and
that
was
no
joke
.
Gon
na
break
you
out
,
Gage
,
he
thought
.
Gon
na
break
you
out
big
guy
,
or
die
trying
.
