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Bending
,
he
grasped
the
other
half
of
the
grave-liner
top
and
pulled
upward
.
As
he
did
so
,
he
felt
something
squelch
coldly
under
his
fingers
.
When
he
had
this
second
half
of
the
top
standing
on
end
,
he
looked
down
at
his
hand
and
saw
a
fat
earthworm
wriggling
feebly
there
.
With
a
choked
cry
of
disgust
,
Louis
wiped
it
off
on
the
earthen
sidewall
of
his
son
's
grave
.
Then
he
shone
his
flashlight
downward
.
Here
was
the
coffin
he
had
last
seen
resting
on
chrome
runners
over
the
grave
at
the
funeral
service
,
surrounded
by
that
ghastly
green
Astroturf
.
This
was
the
safety-deposit
box
in
which
he
was
supposed
to
bury
all
his
hopes
for
his
son
.
Fury
,
clean
and
white
hot
,
the
antithesis
of
his
former
coldness
,
rose
up
in
him
.
Idiotic
!
The
answer
was
no
!
Louis
groped
for
the
spade
and
found
it
.
He
raised
it
over
his
shoulder
and
brought
it
down
on
the
coffin
's
latch
once
,
twice
,
a
third
time
,
a
fourth
.
His
lips
were
drawn
back
in
a
furious
grimace
.
Going
to
break
you
out
,
Gage
,
see
if
I
do
n't
!
The
latch
had
splintered
on
the
first
stroke
and
probably
no
more
were
necessary
,
but
he
went
on
,
not
wanting
just
to
open
the
coffin
but
to
hurt
it
.
Some
kind
of
sanity
finally
returned
,
and
he
stopped
with
the
spade
raised
for
another
blow
.
The
blade
was
bent
and
scratched
.
He
tossed
it
aside
and
scrambled
out
of
the
grave
on
legs
that
felt
weak
and
rubbery
.
He
felt
sick
to
his
stomach
,
and
the
anger
had
gone
as
quickly
as
it
had
come
In
its
place
the
coldness
flooded
back
in
,
and
never
in
his
life
had
his
mind
felt
so
alone
and
disconnected
;
he
felt
like
an
astronaut
who
has
floated
away
from
his
ship
during
an
EVA
and
now
only
drifts
in
a
great
blackness
,
breathing
on
borrowed
time
.
Did
Bill
Baterman
feel
like
this
?
he
wondered
.
He
lay
on
the
ground
,
on
his
back
this
time
,
waiting
to
see
if
he
was
under
control
and
ready
to
proceed
.
When
the
rubbery
feeling
had
left
his
legs
,
he
sat
up
and
slipped
back
down
into
the
grave
.
He
shone
the
flashlight
on
the
latch
and
saw
it
was
not
just
broken
,
but
demolished
.
He
had
swung
the
spade
in
a
blind
fury
,
but
every
blow
he
had
struck
had
gone
directly
there
,
bull
's
eye
,
as
if
guided
.
The
wood
around
it
had
splintered
.
