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He
rarely
killed
what
he
stalked
,
but
there
had
been
one
notable
exception
--
a
large
rat
,
probably
caught
in
the
alley
between
their
apartment
house
and
the
next
.
Church
had
really
put
the
blocks
to
that
baby
.
It
had
been
so
bloody
and
gore-flecked
that
Rachel
,
then
in
her
sixth
month
with
Gage
,
had
had
to
run
into
the
bathroom
and
vomit
.
Violent
lives
,
violent
deaths
.
A
dog
got
them
and
ripped
them
open
instead
of
just
chasing
them
like
the
bumbling
,
easily
fooled
dogs
in
the
TV
cartoons
,
or
another
tom
got
them
,
or
a
poisoned
bait
,
or
a
passing
car
.
Cats
were
the
gangsters
of
the
animal
world
,
living
outside
the
law
and
often
dying
there
.
There
were
a
great
many
of
them
who
never
grew
old
by
the
fire
.
But
those
were
maybe
not
things
to
tell
your
five-year-old
daughter
,
who
was
for
the
first
time
examining
the
facts
of
death
.
"
I
mean
,
"
he
said
,
"
Church
is
only
three
now
,
and
you
're
five
.
He
might
still
be
alive
when
you
're
fifteen
,
a
sophomore
in
high
school
.
And
that
's
a
long
time
away
.
"
"
It
does
n't
seem
long
to
me
,
"
Ellie
said
,
and
now
her
voice
trembled
.
"
Not
long
at
all
.
"
Lois
gave
up
the
pretense
of
working
on
his
model
and
gestured
for
her
to
come
.
She
sat
on
his
lap
,
and
he
was
again
struck
by
her
beauty
,
which
was
emphasized
now
by
her
emotional
upset
.
She
was
dark-skinned
,
almost
Levantine
.
Tony
Benton
,
one
of
the
doctors
he
had
worked
with
in
Chicago
,
used
to
call
her
the
Indian
Princess
.
"
Honey
,
"
he
said
,
"
if
it
was
up
to
me
,
I
'd
let
Church
live
to
be
a
hundred
.
But
I
do
n't
make
the
rules
.
"
"
Who
does
?
"
she
asked
,
and
then
,
with
infinite
scorn
:
"
God
,
I
suppose
.
"
Louis
stifled
the
urge
to
laugh
.
It
was
too
serious
.
"
God
or
Somebody
,
"
he
said
.
"
Clocks
run
down
--
that
's
all
I
know
.
There
are
no
guarantees
,
babe
.
"
"
I
do
n't
want
Church
to
be
like
all
those
dead
pets
!
"
she
burst
out
,
suddenly
tearful
and
furious
.
"
I
do
n't
want
Church
to
ever
be
dead
!
He
's
my
cat
!
He
's
not
God
's
cat
!
Let
God
have
His
own
cat
!
Let
God
have
all
the
damn
old
cats
He
wants
,
and
kill
them
all
!
Church
is
mine
!
"
