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"
Well
,
we
come
from
a
different
time
,
"
Jud
said
,
sounding
almost
apologetic
.
"
We
was
on
closer
terms
with
death
.
We
saw
the
flu
epidemic
after
the
Great
War
,
and
mothers
dying
with
child
,
and
children
dying
of
infection
and
fevers
that
it
seems
like
doctors
just
wave
a
magic
wand
over
these
days
.
In
the
time
when
me
and
Norma
was
young
,
if
you
got
cancer
,
why
,
that
was
your
death
warrant
,
right
there
.
No
radiation
treatments
back
in
the
1920s
!
Two
wars
,
murders
,
suicides
...
"
He
fell
silent
for
a
moment
.
"
We
knew
it
as
a
friend
and
as
an
enemy
,
"
he
said
finally
.
"
My
brother
Pete
died
of
a
burst
appendix
in
1912
,
back
when
Taft
was
President
.
Pete
was
just
fourteen
,
and
he
could
hit
a
baseball
farther
than
any
kid
in
town
.
In
those
days
you
did
n't
need
to
take
a
course
in
college
to
study
death
,
hot-spice
,
or
whatever
they
call
it
.
In
those
days
it
came
into
the
house
and
said
howdy
and
sometimes
it
took
supper
with
you
and
sometimes
you
could
feel
it
bite
your
ass
.
"
This
time
Norma
did
n't
correct
him
;
instead
she
nodded
silently
.
Louis
stood
up
,
stretched
.
"
I
have
to
go
,
"
he
said
.
"
Big
day
tomorrow
.
"
"
Yes
,
the
merry-go-round
starts
for
you
tomorrow
,
do
n't
it
?
"
Jud
said
,
also
standing
.
Jud
saw
Norma
was
also
trying
to
get
up
and
gave
her
a
hand
.
She
rose
with
a
grimace
.
"
Bad
tonight
,
is
it
?
"
Louis
asked
.
"
Not
so
bad
,
"
she
said
.
"
Put
some
heat
on
it
when
you
go
to
bed
.
"
