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Perhaps
some
of
this
attitude
came
from
her
father
,
who
believed
just
as
much
now
as
at
the
time
Louis
and
Rachel
had
married
that
he
had
gotten
an
asshole
for
a
son-in-law
.
Maybe
,
he
thought
,
Rachel
is
right
.
Maybe
I
'll
just
wake
up
one
morning
at
the
age
of
thirty-seven
,
put
all
these
models
in
the
attic
,
and
take
up
hang
gliding
.
Meanwhile
Ellie
looked
serious
.
Far
away
,
drifting
in
the
clear
air
,
he
could
hear
that
perfect
Sunday
morning
sound
of
churchbells
calling
worshippers
.
"
Hi
,
Dad
,
"
she
said
.
"
Hello
,
pumpkin
.
Waas
happenin
?
"
"
Oh
,
nothing
,
"
she
said
,
but
her
face
said
differently
;
her
face
said
that
plenty
was
up
,
and
none
of
it
was
so
hot
,
thank
you
very
much
.
Her
hair
was
freshly
washed
and
fell
loose
to
her
shoulders
.
In
this
light
it
was
still
more
blond
than
the
brown
it
was
inevitably
becoming
.
She
was
wearing
a
dress
,
and
it
occurred
to
Louis
that
his
daughter
almost
always
put
on
a
dress
on
Sundays
,
although
they
did
not
attend
church
.
"
What
are
you
building
?
"
Carefully
glueing
on
a
mudguard
,
he
told
her
.
"
Look
at
this
,
"
he
said
,
carefully
handing
her
a
hubcap
.
"
See
those
linked
R
's
?
That
's
a
nice
detail
,
huh
?
If
we
fly
back
to
Shytown
for
Thanksgiving
and
we
get
on
an
L-1011
,
you
look
out
at
the
jet
engines
and
you
'll
see
those
same
R
's
.
"
"
Hubcap
,
big
deal
.
"
She
handed
it
back
.
"
Please
,
"
he
said
.
"
If
you
own
a
Rolls-Royce
,
you
call
that
a
wheel
covering
.
