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"
Rachel
,
what
Jud
said
about
the
path
is
true
.
"
"
It
's
not
the
path
and
you
know
it
,
"
Rachel
said
.
She
picked
up
the
bowl
again
and
began
beating
the
cake
batter
even
faster
.
"
It
's
that
damned
place
.
It
's
unhealthy
.
Kids
going
up
there
and
tending
the
graves
,
keeping
the
path
...
fucking
morbid
is
what
it
is
.
Whatever
disease
the
kids
in
this
town
have
got
,
I
do
n't
want
Ellie
to
catch
it
.
"
Louis
stared
at
her
,
nonplussed
.
He
more
than
half
suspected
that
one
of
the
things
which
had
kept
their
marriage
together
when
it
seemed
as
if
each
year
brought
the
news
that
two
or
three
of
their
friends
"
marriages
had
collapsed
was
their
respect
of
the
mystery
--
the
half-grasped
but
never
spoken
idea
that
maybe
,
when
you
got
right
down
to
the
place
where
the
cheese
binds
,
there
was
no
such
thing
as
marriage
,
no
such
thing
as
union
,
that
each
soul
stood
alone
and
ultimately
defied
rationality
.
That
was
the
mystery
.
And
no
matter
how
well
you
thought
you
knew
your
partner
,
you
occasionally
ran
into
blank
walls
or
fell
into
pits
.
And
sometimes
(
rarely
,
thank
God
)
you
ran
into
a
full-fledged
pocket
of
alien
strangeness
,
something
like
the
clear-air
turbulence
that
can
buffet
an
airliner
for
no
reason
at
all
.
An
attitude
or
belief
which
you
had
never
suspected
,
one
so
peculiar
(
at
least
to
you
)
that
it
seemed
nearly
psychotic
.
And
then
you
trod
lightly
,
if
you
valued
your
marriage
and
your
peace
of
mind
;
you
tried
to
remember
that
anger
at
such
a
discovery
was
the
province
of
fools
who
really
believed
it
was
possible
for
one
mind
to
know
another
.
"
Honey
,
it
's
just
a
pet
cemetery
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
way
she
was
crying
in
there
just
now
,
"
Rachel
said
,
gesturing
toward
the
door
to
his
office
with
a
batter-covered
spoon
,
"
do
you
think
it
's
just
a
pet
cemetery
to
her
?
It
's
going
to
leave
a
scar
,
Lou
.
No
.
She
's
not
going
up
there
anymore
.
It
's
not
the
path
,
it
's
the
place
.
Here
she
is
already
thinking
Church
is
going
to
die
.
"
For
a
moment
Louis
had
the
crazy
impression
that
he
was
still
talking
to
Ellie
;
she
had
simply
donned
stilts
,
one
of
her
mother
's
dresses
,
and
a
very
clever
,
very
realistic
Rachel
mask
.
Even
the
expression
was
the
same
--
set
and
a
bit
sullen
on
top
,
but
wounded
beneath
.
He
groped
,
because
suddenly
the
issue
seemed
large
to
him
,
not
a
thing
to
be
simply
passed
over
in
deference
to
that
mystery
...
or
that
aloneness
.
He
groped
because
it
seemed
to
him
that
she
was
missing
something
so
large
it
nearly
filled
the
landscape
,
and
you
could
n't
do
that
unless
you
were
deliberately
closing
your
eyes
to
it
.
"
Rachel
,
"
he
said
,
"
Church
is
going
to
die
.
"
She
stared
at
him
angrily
.
"
That
is
hardly
the
point
,
"
she
said
,
enunciating
each
word
carefully
,
speaking
as
one
might
speak
to
a
backward
child
.
"
Church
is
not
going
to
die
today
,
or
tomorrow
--
"
