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As
he
swept
,
he
reflected
on
the
last
thing
she
had
said
and
on
the
enormity
of
this
difference
of
opinion
,
which
had
gone
undiscovered
for
so
long
.
Because
,
as
a
doctor
,
he
knew
that
death
was
,
except
perhaps
for
childbirth
,
the
most
natural
thing
in
the
world
.
Taxes
were
not
so
sure
;
human
conflicts
were
not
;
the
conflicts
of
society
were
not
;
boom
and
bust
were
not
.
In
the
end
there
was
only
the
clock
,
and
the
markers
,
which
became
eroded
and
nameless
in
the
passage
of
time
.
Even
sea
turtles
and
the
giant
sequoias
had
to
buy
out
someday
.
"
Zelda
,
"
he
said
aloud
.
"
Christ
,
that
must
have
been
bad
for
her
.
"
The
question
was
should
he
just
let
it
ride
or
should
he
try
to
do
something
about
it
?
He
tilted
the
dustpan
over
the
wastebasket
,
and
flour
slid
out
with
a
soft
foom
,
powdering
the
cast-out
cartons
and
used-up
cans
.
"
Hope
Ellie
did
n't
take
it
too
hard
,
"
Jud
Crandall
said
.
Not
for
the
first
time
Louis
thought
that
the
man
had
a
peculiar
--
and
rather
uncomfortable
--
ability
to
put
his
finger
gently
on
whatever
the
sore
spot
was
.
He
and
Jud
and
Norma
Crandall
now
sat
on
the
Crandalls
"
porch
in
the
cool
of
the
evening
,
drinking
iced
tea
instead
of
beer
.
On
15
,
going-home-after-the-weekend
traffic
was
fairly
heavy
--
people
recognized
that
every
good
late-summer
weekend
now
might
be
the
last
one
,
Louis
supposed
.
Tomorrow
he
took
up
his
full
duties
at
the
University
of
Maine
infirmary
.
All
day
yesterday
and
today
students
had
been
arriving
,
filling
apartments
in
Orono
and
dorms
on
campus
,
making
beds
,
renewing
acquaintances
,
and
no
doubt
groaning
over
another
year
of
eight
o'clock
classes
and
commons
food
.
Rachel
had
been
cool
to
him
all
day
--
no
,
freezing
was
more
like
it
--
and
when
he
went
back
across
the
road
tonight
,
he
knew
that
she
would
already
be
in
bed
,
Gage
sleeping
with
her
more
than
likely
,
the
two
of
them
so
far
over
to
her
side
that
the
baby
would
be
in
danger
of
falling
off
.
His
half
of
the
bed
would
have
grown
to
three
quarters
,
all
of
it
looking
like
a
big
,
sterile
desert
.
"
I
said
I
hoped
--
"
"
Sorry
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
Woolgathering
.
She
was
a
little
upset
,
yeah
.
How
did
you
guess
that
?
"
"
Seen
em
come
and
go
,
like
I
said
.
"
Jud
took
his
wife
's
hand
gently
and
grinned
at
her
.
"
Have
n't
we
,
dear
?
"
"
Packs
and
packs
of
them
,
"
Norma
Crandall
said
.
"
We
love
the
children
.
