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It
was
cool
in
the
front
hall
.
Cool
and
dark
.
The
single
word
fell
into
the
silence
like
a
stone
down
a
deep-drilled
well
.
Louis
threw
another
.
"
Gage
?
"
Nothing
.
Even
the
tick
of
the
clock
in
the
parlor
had
ceased
.
This
morning
there
had
been
no
one
to
wind
it
.
But
there
were
tracks
on
the
floor
.
Louis
went
into
the
living
room
.
There
was
the
smell
of
cigarettes
,
stale
and
long
since
burned
out
.
He
saw
Jud
's
chair
by
the
window
.
It
was
pushed
askew
,
as
if
he
had
gotten
up
suddenly
.
There
was
an
ashtray
on
the
windowsill
,
and
in
it
a
neat
roll
of
cigarette
ash
.
Jud
sat
here
watching
.
Watching
for
what
?
For
me
of
course
,
watching
for
me
to
come
home
.
Only
he
missed
me
.
Somehow
he
missed
me
.
Louis
glanced
at
the
four
beer
cans
lined
up
in
a
neat
row
.
Not
enough
to
put
him
to
sleep
,
but
maybe
he
had
gotten
up
to
go
to
the
bathroom
.
However
it
had
been
,
it
was
just
a
little
bit
too
good
to
have
been
perfectly
accidental
,
was
n't
it
?
The
muddy
tracks
approached
the
chair
by
the
window
.
Mixed
among
the
human
tracks
were
a
few
faded
,
ghostly
catprints
.
As
if
Church
had
walked
in
and
out
of
the
gravedirt
left
by
Gage
's
small
shoes
.
Then
the
tracks
made
for
the
swinging
door
leading
into
the
kitchen
.
Heart
thudding
,
Louis
followed
the
tracks
.
