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Without
allowing
himself
to
think
about
it
further
,
he
reached
into
the
fork
and
pulled
himself
up
,
scrambling
with
his
tennis
shoes
for
purchase
,
sending
a
little
shower
of
bark
down
to
the
sidewalk
.
He
got
a
knee
up
and
a
moment
later
he
had
one
foot
planted
solidly
in
the
crotch
of
the
elm
.
If
the
police
car
should
happen
to
come
back
,
their
spotlight
would
find
an
extremely
peculiar
bird
in
this
tree
.
He
ought
to
move
quickly
.
He
pulled
himself
up
onto
a
higher
branch
,
one
which
overhung
the
very
top
of
the
fence
.
He
felt
absurdly
like
the
twelve-year-old
he
supposed
he
had
once
been
.
The
tree
was
not
still
;
it
rocked
easily
,
almost
soothingly
,
in
the
steady
wind
.
Its
leaves
rustled
and
murmured
.
Louis
assessed
the
situation
and
then
,
before
he
could
get
cold
feet
,
he
dropped
off
into
space
,
holding
on
to
the
branch
with
his
hands
laced
together
over
it
.
The
branch
was
perhaps
a
little
thicker
than
a
brawny
man
's
forearm
.
With
his
sneakers
dangling
about
eight
feet
over
the
sidewalk
,
he
pulled
himself
hand
for
hand
toward
the
fence
.
The
branch
dipped
but
showed
no
sign
of
breaking
.
He
was
faintly
aware
of
his
shadow
following
along
on
the
cement
sidewalk
below
him
,
an
amorphous
black
ape-shape
.
The
wind
chilled
his
hot
armpits
,
and
he
found
himself
shivering
in
spite
of
the
sweat
running
down
his
face
and
neck
.
The
branch
dipped
and
swayed
with
his
movements
.
The
farther
out
he
moved
,
the
more
pronounced
the
dip
became
.
His
hands
and
wrists
were
getting
tired
now
,
and
he
was
afraid
that
his
sweat-greasy
palms
might
slip
.
He
reached
the
fence
.
His
tennis
shoes
dangled
perhaps
a
foot
below
the
arrow
tips
.
The
tips
did
not
look
blunt
at
all
from
this
angle
.
They
looked
very
sharp
.
Sharp
or
not
,
he
suddenly
realized
it
was
not
just
his
balls
that
were
at
risk
here
.
If
he
fell
and
hit
one
of
those
things
dead
on
,
his
weight
would
be
enough
to
drive
it
all
the
way
up
into
his
lungs
.
The
returning
cops
would
find
an
early
and
extremely
grisly
Halloween
decoration
on
the
Pleasantview
fence
.
Breathing
fast
,
not
quite
gasping
,
he
groped
for
the
fence
points
with
his
feet
,
needing
a
moment
's
rest
.
For
a
moment
he
hung
there
,
his
feet
moving
in
an
air
dance
,
searching
but
not
finding
.
Light
touched
him
and
grew
.
Oh
Christ
,
that
's
a
car
,
there
's
a
car
coming
--
He
tried
to
shuffle
his
hands
forward
,
but
his
palms
slipped
.
His
interlaced
fingers
were
coming
apart
.
Still
groping
for
purchase
,
he
turned
his
head
to
the
left
,
looking
under
his
straining
arm
.
It
was
a
car
,
but
it
shot
through
the
intersection
up
the
street
without
slowing
.
Lucky
.
If
it
had
--
His
hands
slipped
again
.
He
felt
bark
sift
down
onto
his
hair
.
