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Louis
's
work
at
the
university
had
settled
into
a
demanding
but
pleasant
routine
.
He
saw
patients
,
he
attended
meetings
of
the
Council
of
Colleges
,
he
wrote
the
obligatory
letters
to
the
student
newspaper
,
advising
the
university
's
co-ed
population
of
the
confidentiality
of
the
infirmary
's
treatment
for
VD
and
exhorting
the
student
population
to
get
flu
boosters
,
as
the
A-type
was
apt
to
be
prevalent
again
that
winter
.
He
sat
on
panels
.
He
chaired
panels
.
During
the
second
week
in
October
,
he
went
to
the
New
England
Conference
on
College
and
University
Medicine
in
Providence
and
presented
a
paper
on
the
legal
ramifications
of
student
treatment
.
Victor
Pascow
was
mentioned
in
his
paper
under
the
fictitious
name
of
"
Henry
Montez
.
"
The
paper
was
well
received
.
He
began
working
up
the
infirmary
budget
for
the
next
academic
year
.
His
evenings
fell
into
a
routine
:
kids
after
supper
,
a
beer
or
two
with
Jud
Crandall
later
.
Sometimes
Rachel
came
over
with
him
if
Missy
was
available
to
sit
for
an
hour
,
and
sometimes
Norma
joined
them
,
but
mostly
it
was
just
Louis
and
Jud
.
Louis
found
the
old
man
as
comfortable
as
an
old
slipper
,
and
he
would
talk
about
Ludlow
history
going
back
three
hundred
years
almost
as
though
he
had
lived
all
of
it
.
He
talked
but
never
rambled
.
He
never
bored
Louis
,
although
he
had
seen
Rachel
yawning
under
her
hand
on
more
than
one
occasion
.
He
would
cross
the
road
to
his
house
again
before
ten
on
most
evenings
,
and
,
like
as
not
,
he
and
Rachel
would
make
love
.
Never
since
the
first
year
of
their
marriage
had
they
made
love
so
often
,
and
never
so
successfully
and
pleasurably
.
Rachel
said
she
believed
it
was
something
in
the
artesian
well
water
;
Louis
opted
for
the
Maine
air
.
The
nasty
death
of
Victor
Pascow
on
the
first
day
of
the
fall
semester
began
to
fade
in
the
memory
of
the
student
body
and
in
Louis
's
own
;
Pascow
's
family
no
doubt
still
grieved
.
Louis
had
spoken
to
the
tearful
,
mercifully
faceless
voice
of
Pascow
's
father
on
the
telephone
;
the
father
had
only
wanted
assurance
that
Louis
had
done
everything
he
could
,
and
Louis
had
assured
him
that
everyone
involved
had
.
He
did
not
tell
him
of
the
confusion
,
the
spreading
stain
on
the
carpet
,
and
how
his
son
had
been
dead
almost
from
the
instant
he
was
brought
in
,
although
these
were
things
that
Louis
thought
he
himself
would
never
forget
.
But
for
those
to
whom
Pascow
was
only
a
casualty
,
he
had
already
dimmed
.
Louis
still
remembered
the
dream
and
the
sleepwalking
incident
that
had
accompanied
it
,
but
it
now
seemed
almost
as
if
it
had
happened
to
someone
else
,
or
on
a
television
show
he
had
once
watched
.
His
one
visit
to
a
whore
in
Chicago
six
years
ago
seemed
like
that
now
;
they
were
equally
unimportant
,
side
trips
which
held
a
false
resonance
,
like
sounds
produced
in
an
echo
chamber
.
He
did
not
think
at
all
about
what
the
dying
Pascow
had
or
had
not
said
.
There
was
a
hard
frost
on
Halloween
night
.
Louis
and
Ellie
began
at
the
Crandalls
'
.
Ellie
cackled
satisfyingly
,
pretended
to
ride
her
broom
around
Norma
's
kitchen
,
and
was
duly
pronounced
"
Just
the
cutest
thing
I
ever
saw
...
is
n't
she
,
Jud
?
"
Jud
agreed
that
she
was
and
lit
a
cigarette
.
"
Where
's
Gage
,
Louis
?
Thought
you
'd
have
him
dressed
up
too
.
"
They
had
indeed
planned
on
taking
Gage
around
--
Rachel
in
particular
had
been
looking
forward
to
it
because
she
and
Missy
Dandridge
had
whomped
together
a
sort
of
bug
costume
with
twisted
coathangers
wrapped
in
crepe
paper
for
feelers
--
but
Gage
had
come
down
with
a
troublesome
,
bronchial
cold
,
and
after
listening
to
his
lungs
,
which
sounded
a
bit
rattly
,
and
consulting
the
thermometer
outside
the
window
,
which
read
only
forty
degrees
at
six
o'clock
,
Louis
had
nixed
it
.
Rachel
,
although
disappointed
,
had
agreed
.
