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"
No
,
"
Jud
said
.
"
Rachel
,
where
are
you
?
You
sound
closer
.
"
"
I
am
closer
,
"
Rachel
said
.
And
although
she
did
sound
closer
somehow
,
there
was
a
distant
humming
on
the
wire
.
It
was
the
sound
of
the
wind
,
somewhere
between
here
and
wherever
she
was
.
The
wind
was
high
tonight
.
That
sound
that
always
made
Jud
think
of
dead
voices
,
sighing
in
chorus
,
maybe
singing
something
just
a
little
too
far
away
to
be
made
out
.
"
I
'm
at
the
rest
area
at
Biddeford
on
the
Maine
Turnpike
.
"
"
Biddeford
!
"
"
I
could
n't
stay
in
Chicago
.
It
was
getting
to
me
,
too
...
whatever
it
was
that
got
Ellie
,
it
was
getting
me
too
.
And
you
feel
it
.
It
's
in
your
voice
.
"
"
Ayuh
.
"
He
picked
a
Chesterfield
out
of
his
pack
and
slipped
it
into
the
corner
of
his
mouth
.
He
popped
a
wooden
match
alight
and
watched
it
flicker
as
his
hand
trembled
.
His
hands
had
n't
trembled
--
not
before
this
nightmare
had
commenced
anyway
.
Outside
,
he
heard
that
dark
wind
gust
.
It
took
the
house
in
its
hand
and
shook
it
.
Power
's
growing
.
I
can
feel
it
.
Dim
terror
in
his
old
bones
.
It
was
like
spun
glass
,
fine
and
fragile
.
"
Jud
,
please
tell
me
what
's
going
on
!
"
He
supposed
she
had
a
right
to
know
--
a
need
to
know
.
And
he
supposed
he
would
tell
her
.
Eventually
he
would
tell
her
the
whole
story
.
He
would
show
her
the
chain
that
had
been
forged
link
by
link
.
Norma
's
heart
attack
,
the
death
of
the
cat
,
Louis
's
question
--
has
anyone
ever
buried
a
person
up
there
?
--
Gage
's
death
...
and
God
alone
knew
what
further
link
Louis
might
be
forging
right
now
.
Eventually
he
would
tell
her
.
But
not
over
the
phone
.
"
Rachel
,
how
come
you
to
be
on
the
turnpike
instead
of
in
a
plane
?
"
