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"
I
tried
to
tell
her
that
--
"
"
Or
the
day
after
that
,
or
probably
for
years
--
"
"
Honey
,
we
ca
n't
be
sure
of
th
--
"
"
Of
course
we
can
!
"
she
shouted
.
"
We
take
good
care
of
him
,
he
's
not
going
to
die
,
no
one
is
going
to
die
around
here
,
and
so
why
do
you
want
to
go
and
get
a
little
girl
all
upset
about
something
she
ca
n't
understand
until
she
's
much
older
?
"
"
Rachel
,
listen
.
"
But
Rachel
had
no
intention
of
listening
.
She
was
blazing
.
"
It
's
bad
enough
to
try
and
cope
with
a
death
--
a
pet
or
a
friend
or
a
relative
--
when
it
happens
,
without
turning
it
into
a.
.
.
a
goddam
tourist
attraction
...
a
F-F-Forest
Lawn
for
a-animals
...
"
Tears
were
running
down
her
cheeks
.
"
Rachel
,
"
he
said
and
tried
to
put
his
hands
on
her
shoulders
.
She
shrugged
them
off
in
a
quick
,
hard
gesture
.
"
Never
mind
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
do
n't
have
the
slightest
idea
what
I
'm
talking
about
.
"
He
sighed
.
"
I
feel
like
I
fell
through
a
hidden
trapdoor
and
into
a
giant
Mixmaster
,
"
he
said
,
hoping
for
a
smile
.
He
got
none
;
only
her
eyes
,
locked
on
his
,
black
and
blazing
.
She
was
furious
,
he
realized
;
not
just
angry
,
but
absolutely
furious
.
"
Rachel
,
"
he
said
suddenly
,
not
fully
sure
what
he
was
going
to
say
until
it
was
out
,
"
how
did
you
sleep
last
night
?
"
