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Yes
.
They
did
.
There
was
Gage
to
think
about
.
Gage
was
still
out
there
.
Somewhere
.
He
followed
the
footprints
through
the
dining
room
and
the
living
room
and
back
up
the
stairs
.
They
were
smudged
there
because
he
had
walked
over
them
on
his
way
down
without
seeing
them
.
They
led
to
the
bedroom
.
He
was
here
,
Louis
thought
wonderingly
,
he
was
right
here
,
and
then
he
saw
that
his
medical
bag
was
unsnapped
.
The
contents
inside
,
which
he
always
arranged
with
careful
neatness
,
were
now
in
jumbled
disorder
.
But
it
did
not
take
Louis
long
to
see
that
his
scalpel
was
missing
,
and
he
put
his
hands
over
his
face
and
sat
that
way
for
some
time
,
a
faint
,
despairing
noise
coming
from
his
throat
.
At
last
he
opened
the
bag
again
and
began
to
look
through
it
.
Downstairs
again
.
The
sound
of
the
pantry
door
being
opened
The
sound
of
a
cupboard
being
opened
,
then
slammed
shut
.
The
busy
whine
of
the
can
opener
.
Last
the
sound
of
the
garage
door
opening
and
closing
.
And
then
the
house
stood
empty
in
the
May
sunshine
,
as
it
had
stood
empty
on
that
August
day
the
year
before
,
waiting
for
the
new
people
to
arrive
...
as
it
would
wait
for
other
new
people
to
arrive
at
some
future
date
.
A
young
married
couple
perhaps
,
with
no
children
(
but
with
hopes
and
plans
)
.
Bright
young
marrieds
with
a
taste
for
Mondavi
wine
and
Lowenbrau
beer
--
he
would
be
in
charge
of
the
Northeast
Bank
's
credit
department
perhaps
,
she
with
a
dental
hygienist
's
credential
or
maybe
three
years
"
experience
as
an
optometrist
's
assistant
.
He
would
split
half
a
cord
of
wood
for
the
fireplace
,
she
would
wear
high-waisted
corduroy
pants
and
walk
in
Mrs.
Vinton
's
field
,
collecting
November
's
fall
grasses
for
a
table
centerpiece
,
her
hair
in
a
ponytail
,
the
brightest
thing
under
the
gray
skies
,
totally
unaware
that
an
invisible
Vulture
rode
the
air
currents
overhead
.
They
would
congratulate
themselves
on
their
lack
of
superstition
,
on
their
hardheadedness
in
snaring
the
house
in
spite
of
its
history
--
they
would
tell
their
friends
that
it
had
been
fire-sale-priced
and
joked
about
the
ghost
in
the
attic
,
and
all
of
them
would
have
another
Lowenbrau
or
another
glass
of
Mondavi
,
and
they
would
play
backgammon
or
Mille
Bourne
.
And
perhaps
they
would
have
a
dog
.
Louis
paused
on
the
soft
shoulder
to
let
an
Orinco
truck
loaded
with
chemical
fertilizer
blast
by
him
,
and
then
he
crossed
the
street
to
Jud
's
house
,
trailing
his
shadow
to
the
west
behind
him
.
He
held
an
open
can
of
Calo
catfood
in
one
hand
.
