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He
prayed
no
one
would
come
along
now
,
a
caretaker
making
a
12:30
swing
through
the
cemetery
,
something
like
that
.
But
it
was
no
longer
a
matter
of
not
being
caught
;
if
someone
else
's
flashlight
beam
speared
him
as
he
stood
here
in
the
grave
going
about
his
grim
work
,
he
would
seize
the
bent
,
scarred
spade
and
put
it
through
the
intruder
's
skull
.
He
worked
his
arms
under
Gage
.
The
body
lolled
bonelessly
from
side
to
side
,
and
a
sudden
,
awful
certainty
came
over
him
:
when
he
lifted
Gage
,
Gage
's
body
would
break
apart
and
he
would
be
left
with
the
pieces
.
He
would
be
left
standing
with
his
feet
on
the
sides
of
the
grave
liner
with
the
pieces
,
screaming
.
And
that
was
how
they
would
find
him
.
Go
on
,
you
chicken
,
go
on
and
do
it
!
He
got
Gage
under
the
arms
,
aware
of
the
fetid
dampness
,
and
lifted
him
that
way
,
as
he
had
lifted
him
so
often
from
his
evening
tub
.
Gage
's
head
lolled
all
the
way
to
the
middle
of
his
back
.
Louis
saw
the
grinning
circlet
of
stitches
which
held
Gage
's
head
onto
his
shoulders
.
Somehow
,
panting
,
his
stomach
spasming
from
the
smell
and
from
the
boneless
loose
feel
of
his
son
's
miserably
smashed
body
,
Louis
wrestled
the
body
out
of
the
coffin
.
At
last
he
sat
on
the
verge
of
the
grave
with
the
body
in
his
lap
,
his
feet
dangling
in
the
hole
,
his
face
a
horrible
livid
color
,
his
eyes
black
holes
,
his
mouth
drawn
down
in
a
trembling
bow
of
horror
and
pity
and
sorrow
.
"
Gage
,
"
he
said
and
began
to
rock
the
boy
in
his
arms
.
Gage
's
hair
lay
against
Louis
's
wrist
,
as
lifeless
as
wire
.
"
Gage
,
it
will
be
all
right
,
I
swear
,
Gage
,
it
will
be
all
right
,
this
will
end
,
this
is
just
the
night
,
please
,
Gage
,
I
love
you
,
Daddy
loves
you
.
"
Louis
rocked
his
son
.
By
quarter
of
two
,
Louis
was
ready
to
leave
the
cemetery
.
Actually
handling
the
body
had
been
the
worst
of
it
--
that
was
the
point
at
which
that
interior
astronaut
,
his
mind
,
seemed
to
float
the
farthest
into
the
void
.
And
yet
now
,
resting
,
his
back
a
throbbing
hurt
in
which
exhausted
muscles
jumped
and
twitched
,
he
felt
it
might
be
possible
to
get
back
.
All
the
way
back
.
He
put
Gage
's
body
on
the
tarpaulin
and
wrapped
it
up
.
He
cinched
it
with
long
strips
of
strapping
tape
,
then
cut
the
length
of
rope
in
two
and
tied
off
the
ends
neatly
.
Once
more
he
might
have
had
a
rolled-up
rug
,
no
more
.
He
closed
the
coffin
,
then
after
a
moment
's
thought
,
he
reopened
it
and
put
the
bent
spade
in
.
Let
Pleasantview
have
that
relic
;
it
would
not
have
his
son
.
He
closed
the
coffin
and
then
lowered
half
of
the
cement
grave-liner
top
.
He
considered
simply
dropping
the
other
half
but
was
afraid
it
would
shatter
.
After
a
moment
's
consideration
,
he
threaded
his
belt
through
the
iron
rings
and
used
it
to
lower
the
cement
square
gently
into
place
.
Then
he
used
the
shovel
to
fill
in
the
hole
.
There
was
not
enough
dirt
to
bring
it
up
even
with
the
ground
again
.
The
grave
's
swaybacked
look
might
be
noticed
.
It
might
not
.
It
might
be
noticed
and
disregarded
.
He
would
not
allow
himself
to
think
about
it
,
or
worry
about
it
tonight
--
too
much
still
lay
ahead
of
him
.
More
wild
work
.
And
he
was
very
tired
.
