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There
was
no
answer
for
this
.
She
wept
.
Eventually
her
tears
would
stop
.
It
was
a
necessary
first
step
on
the
way
to
making
an
uneasy
peace
with
a
truth
that
was
never
going
to
go
away
.
He
held
his
daughter
and
listened
to
churchbells
on
Sunday
morning
,
floating
across
the
September
fields
;
and
it
was
some
time
after
her
tears
had
stopped
before
he
realized
that
,
like
Church
,
she
had
gone
to
sleep
.
He
put
her
up
in
her
bed
and
then
came
downstairs
to
the
kitchen
,
where
Rachel
was
beating
cake
batter
too
hard
.
He
mentioned
his
surprise
that
Ellie
should
just
cork
off
like
that
in
the
middle
of
the
morning
;
it
was
n't
like
her
.
"
No
,
"
Rachel
said
,
setting
the
bowl
down
on
the
counter
with
a
decisive
thump
.
"
It
is
n't
,
but
I
think
she
was
awake
most
of
the
night
.
I
heard
her
tossing
around
,
and
Church
cried
to
go
out
around
three
.
He
only
does
that
when
she
's
restless
.
"
"
Why
would
she
...
?
"
"
Oh
,
you
know
why
!
"
Rachel
said
angrily
.
"
That
damned
pet
cemetery
is
why
!
It
really
upset
her
,
Lou
.
It
was
the
first
cemetery
of
any
kind
for
her
,
and
it
just
...
upset
her
.
I
do
n't
think
I
'll
write
your
friend
Jud
Crandall
any
thank-you
notes
for
that
little
hike
.
"
All
at
once
he
's
my
friend
,
Louis
thought
,
bemused
and
distressed
at
the
same
time
.
"
Rachel
--
"
"
And
I
do
n't
want
her
going
up
there
again
.
"
