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"
Really
?
"
Ellie
asked
.
"
Really
.
They
're
piled
up
like
straws
,
you
see
.
And
if
you
was
to
step
on
the
right
one
,
they
might
all
come
down
in
an
avalanche
.
"
Ellie
looked
at
Louis
.
"
Is
that
true
,
Daddy
?
"
"
I
think
so
,
hon.
"
"
Yuck
!
"
She
looked
back
at
the
blowdown
and
yelled
:
"
You
tore
my
pants
,
you
cruddy
trees
!
"
All
three
of
the
grown-ups
laughed
.
The
blowdown
did
not
.
It
merely
sat
whitening
in
the
sun
as
it
had
done
for
decades
.
To
Louis
it
looked
like
the
skeletal
remains
of
some
long-dead
monster
,
something
slain
by
a
parfait
good
and
gentil
knight
,
perchance
.
A
dragon
's
bones
,
left
here
in
a
giant
cairn
.
It
occurred
to
him
even
then
that
there
was
something
too
convenient
about
that
blowdown
and
the
way
it
stood
between
the
pet
cemetery
and
the
depths
of
woods
beyond
,
woods
which
Jud
Crandall
later
sometimes
referred
to
absently
as
"
the
Indian
woods
.
"
Its
very
randomness
seemed
too
artful
,
too
perfect
for
a
work
of
nature
.
It
--
Then
Gage
grabbed
one
of
his
ears
and
twisted
it
,
crowing
happily
,
and
Louis
forgot
all
about
the
blowdown
in
the
woods
beyond
the
pet
cemetery
.
It
was
time
to
go
home
.
Ellie
came
to
him
the
next
day
,
looking
troubled
.
Louis
was
working
on
a
model
in
his
study
.
This
one
was
a
1917
Rolls-Royce
Silver
Ghost
--
680
pieces
,
over
50
moving
parts
.
It
was
nearly
done
,
and
he
could
almost
imagine
the
liveried
chauffeur
,
direct
descendant
of
eighteenth-and
nineteenth-century
English
coachmen
,
sitting
imperially
behind
the
wheel
.
He
had
been
model-crazy
since
his
tenth
year
.
He
had
begun
with
a
World
War
I
Spad
that
his
Uncle
Carl
had
brought
him
,
had
worked
his
way
through
most
of
the
Revell
airplanes
,
and
had
moved
on
to
bigger
and
better
things
in
his
teens
and
twenties
.
There
had
been
a
boats-in-bottles
phase
and
a
war-machines
phase
and
even
a
phase
in
which
he
had
built
guns
so
realistic
it
was
hard
to
believe
they
would
n't
fire
when
you
pulled
the
trigger
--
Colts
and
Winchesters
and
Lugers
,
even
a
Buntline
Special
.
Over
the
last
five
years
or
so
,
it
had
been
the
big
cruise
ships
.
A
model
of
the
Lusitania
and
one
of
the
Titanic
sat
on
his
shelves
at
his
university
office
,
and
the
Andrea
Doria
,
completed
just
before
they
left
Chicago
,
was
currently
cruising
the
mantel-piece
in
their
living
room
.
Now
he
had
moved
on
to
classic
cars
,
and
if
previous
patterns
held
true
,
he
supposed
it
would
be
four
or
five
years
before
the
urge
to
do
something
new
struck
him
.
Rachel
looked
on
this
,
his
only
real
hobby
,
with
a
wifely
indulgence
that
held
,
he
supposed
,
some
elements
of
contempt
;
even
after
ten
years
of
marriage
she
probably
thought
he
would
grow
out
of
it
.
