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首页 Stephen King - Mist

Stephen King - Mist.doc

Stephen King - Mist

竹本春虫二
2018-09-06 0人阅读 举报 0 0 0 暂无简介

简介:本文档为《Stephen King - Mistdoc》,可适用于文学艺术领域

ITheComingoftheStormThisiswhathappenedOnthenightthattheworstheatwaveinnorthernNewEnglandhistoryfinallybrokethenightofJulytheentirewesternMaineregionwaslashedwiththemostviciousthunderstormsIhaveeverseenWelivedonLongLake,andwesawthefirstofthestormsbeatingitswayacrossthewatertowardusjustbeforedarkForanhourbefore,theairhadbeenutterlystillTheAmericanflagthatmyfatherputuponourboathouseinlaylimpagainstitspoleNotevenitshemflutteredTheheatwaslikeasolidthing,anditseemedasdeepassullenquarrywaterThatafternoonthethreeofushadgoneswimming,butthewaterwasnoreliefunlessyouwentoutdeepNeitherSteffynorIwantedtogodeepbecauseBillycouldn'tBillyisfiveWeateacoldsupperatfivethirty,pickinglistlesslyathamsandwichesandpotatosaladoutonthedeckthatfacesthelakeNobodyseemedtowantanythingbutPepsi,whichwasinasteelbucketoficecubesAftersupperBillywentoutbacktoplayonhismonkeybarsforawhileSteffandIsatwithouttalkingmuch,smokingandlookingacrossthesullenflatmirrorofthelaketoHarrisononthefarsideAfewpowerboatsdronedbackandforthThanda,Cornell,MrsTurman,MrsReppler,Billy,andIitwasaquartertofiveinthemorningandthemistwasbeginningtolightenagain"YouandCornelltakethegrocerybags,"Olliesaidtome"Okay""I'llgofirstYourScoutisafourdoor,isit""YeahItis""Okay,I'llopenthedriver'sdoorandthebackdooronthesamesideMrsDumfries,canyoucarryBilly"Shepickedhimupinherarms"AmItooheavy"Billyasked"No,hon""Good""YouandBillygetinfront,"Olliewenton"ShovewayoverMrsTurmaninfront,inthemiddleDavid,youbehindthewheelTherestofuswill""Wheredidyouthinkyouweregoing"ItwasMrsCarmodyShestoodattheheadofthecheckoutlinewhereOlliehadhiddenthebagsofgroceriesHerpantsuitwasayellowscreaminthegloomHerhairfrizzedoutwildlyinalldirections,remindingmemomentarilyofElsaLanchesterinTheBrideofFrankensteinHereyesblazedTenorfifteenpeoplestoodbehindher,blockingtheINandOUTdoorsTheyhadthelookofpeoplewhohadbeenincaraccidents,orwhohadseenaUFOland,orwhohadseenatreepullitsrootsupandwalkBillycringedagainstAmandaandburiedhisfaceagainstherneck"Goingoutnow,MrsCarmody,"OlliesaidHisvoicewascuriouslygentle"Standaway,please""Youcan'tgooutThatwayisdeathDon'tyouknowthatbynow""Noonehasinterferedwithyou,"Isaid"Allwewantisthesameprivilege"ShebentandfoundthebagsofgroceriesunerringlyShemusthaveknownwhatwewereplanningallalongShepulledthemoutfromtheshelfwhereOlliehadplacedthemOnerippedopen,spillingcansacrossthefloorShethrewtheotheranditsmashedopenwiththesoundofbreakingglassSodaranfizzingeverywhichwayandsprayedoffthechromefacingofthenextcheckoutlane"Thesearethesortofpeoplewhobroughtiton!"sheshouted"PeoplewhowillnotbendtothewilloftheAlmighty!Sinnersinpride,haughtytheyare,andstiffnecked!itisfromtheirnumberthatthesacrificemustcome!Fromtheirnumberthebloodofexpiation!"ArisingrumbleofagreementspurredheronShewasinafrenzynowSpittleflewfromherlipsasshescreamedatthepeoplecrowdingupbehindher:"It'stheboywewant!Grabhim!Takehim!It'stheboywewant!"Theysurgedforward,MyronLaFleurinthelead,hiseyesblanklyjoyousMrMcVeywasdirectlybehindhim,hisfaceblankandstolidAmandafalteredbackward,holdingBillymoretightlyHisarmswerewrappedaroundherneckShelookedatme,terrified"David,whatdoI""Getthemboth!"MrsCarmodyscreamed"Gethiswhore,too,"ShewasanapocalypseofyellowanddarkjoyHerpursewasstilloverherarmShebegantojumpupanddown"Gettheboy,getthewhore,getthemboth,getthemall,get"AsinglesharpreportrangoutEverythingfroze,asifwewereaclassroomfullofunrulychildrenandtheteacherhadjuststeppedbackinandshutthedoorsharplyMyronLaFleurandMrMcVeystoppedwheretheywere,abouttenpacesawayMyronlookedbackuncertainlyatthebutcherHedidn'tlookbackorevenseemtorealizethatLaFleurwasthereMrMcVeyhadalookIhadseenontoomanyotherfacesinthelasttwodaysHehadgoneoverHismindhadsnappedMyronbackedup,staringatOllieWeekswithwidening,fearfuleyesHisbackingupbecamearunHeturnedthecorneroftheaisle,skiddedonacan,felldown,scrambledupagain,andwasgoneOlliestoodintheclassictargetshooter'sposition,Amanda'sgunclaspedinbothhandsMrsCarmodystillstoodattheheadofthecheckoutlaneBothofherliverspottedhandswereclaspedoverherstomachBloodpouredoutbetweenherfingersandsplashedheryellowslacksHermouthopenedandclosedOnceTwiceShewastryingtotalkAtlastshemadeit"Youwillalldieoutthere,"shesaid,andthenshepitchedslowlyforwardHerpurseslitheredoffherarm,struckthefloor,andspilleditscontentsApaperwrappedtuberolledacrossthedistancebetweenusandstruckoneofmyshoesWithoutthinking,IbentoverandpickeditupitwasahalfusedpackageofRolaidsIthrewitdownagainIdidn'twanttotouchanythingthatbelongedtoherThe"congregation"wasbackingaway,spreadingout,theirfocusbrokenNoneofthemtooktheireyesfromthefallenfigureandthedarkbloodspreadingoutfrombeneathherbody"Youmurderedher!"someonecriedoutinfearandangerButnoonepointedoutthatshehadbeenplanningsomethingsimilarformysonOlliewasstillfrozeninhisshooter'sposition,butnowhismouthwastremblingItouchedhimgently"Ollie,let'sgoAndthankyou""Ikilledher,"hesaidhoarsely"DamnifIdidn'tkillher""Yes,"Isaid"That'swhyIthankedyouNowlet'sgo"WebegantomoveagainWithnogrocerybagstocarrythankstoMrsCarmodyIwasabletotakeBillyWepausedforamomentatthedoor,andOlliesaidinalow,strained,voice,"Iwouldn'thaveshother,DavidNotiftherehadbeenanyotherway""Yeah""Youbelieveit""Yeah,Ido""Thenlet'sgo"Wewentout, XITheEndOlliemovedfast,thepistolinhisrighthandBeforeBillyandIweremorethanoutthedoorhewasatmyScout,aninsubstantialOllie,likeaghostinatelevisionmovieHeopenedthedriver'sdoorThenthebackdoorThensomethingcameoutofthemistandcuthimnearlyinhalfInevergotagoodlookatit,andforthatIthinkI'mgratefulitappearedtobered,theangrycolorofacookedlobsterIthadclawsItwasmakingalowgruntingsound,notmuchdifferentfromthesoundwehadheardafterNortonandhislittlebandofFlatEartherswentoutOlliegotoffoneshot,andthenthething'sclawsscissoredforwardandOllie'sbodyseemedtounhingeinaterribleglutofbloodAmanda'sgunfelloutofhishand,struckthepavement,anddischargedIcaughtanightmareglimpseofhugeblacklusterlesseyes,thesizeofgianthandfulsofseagrapes,andthenthethinglurchedbackintothemistwithwhatremainedofOllieWeeksinitsgripAlong,multisegmentedscorpion'sbodydraggedharshlyonthepavingTherewasaninstantofchoicesMaybetherealwaysis,nomatterhowshortHalfofmewantedtorunbackintothemarketwithBillyhuggedtomychestTheotherhalfwasracingfortheScout,throwingBillyinside,lungingafterhimThenAmandascreamedItwasahigh,risingsoundthatseemedtospiralupandupuntilitwasnearlyultrasonicBillycringedagainstme,digginghisfaceagainstmychestOneofthespidershadHattieTurmanItwasbigIthadknockedherdownHerdresshadpulledLipoverherscrawnykneesasitcrouchedoverher,itsbristly,spinylegscaressinghershouldersItbegantospinitswebMrsCarmodywasright,IthoughtWe'regoingtodieouthere,wearereallygoingtodieouthere"Amanda!"IyelledNoresponseShewastotallygoneThespiderstraddledwhatremainedofBilly'sbabysitter,whohadenjoyedjigsawpuzzlesandthosedamnedDoubleCrosticsthatnonormalpersoncandowithoutgoingnutsItsthreadscrisscrossedherbody,thewhitestrandsalreadyturningredastheacidcoatingsankintoherCornellwasbackingslowlytowardthemarket,hiseyesasbigasdinnerplatesbehindhisspecsAbruptlyheturnedandranHeclawedtheINdooropenandraninsideThesplitinmymindclosedasMrsRepplersteppedbrisklyforwardandslappedAmanda,firstforehand,thenbackhandAmandastoppedscreamingIwenttoher,spunheraroundtofacetheScout,andscreamed"GO!"intoherfaceShewentMrsRepplerbrushedpastmeShepushedAmandaintotheScout'sbackseat,gotinafterher,andslammedthedoorshutIyankedBillylooseandthrewhiminAsIclimbedinmyself,oneofthosespiderthreadsdrifteddownandlitonmyankleItburnedthewayafishinglinepulledrapidlythroughyourclosedfistwillburnAnditwasstrongIgavemyfootahardyankanditbrokeIslippedinbehindthewheel"Shutit,ohshutthedoor,dearGod!"AmandascreamedIshutthedoorAbareinstantlater,oneofthespidersthumpedsoftlyagainstitIwasonlyinchesfromit'sred,viciouslystupideyesItslegs,eachasthickasmywrist,slippedbackandforthacrossthesquarebonnetAmandascreamedceaselessly,likeafirebell"Woman,shutyourhead,"MrsRepplertoldherThespidergaveupItcouldnotsmellus,ergowewerenolongerthereItstruttedbackintothemistonitsunsettlingnumberoflegs,becameaphantasm,andthenwasgoneIlookedoutthewindowtomakesureitwasgoneandthenopenedthedoor"Whatareyoudoing"Amandascreamed,butIknewwhatIwasdoingIliketothinkOlliewouldhavedoneexactlythesamethingIhalfstepped,halfleanedout,andgotthegunSomethingcamerapidlytowardme,butIneversawitIpulledbackinandslammedthedoorshutAmandabegantosobMrsRepplerputanarmaroundherandcomfortedherbrisklyBillysaid,"Arewegoinghome,Daddy""BigBill,we'regonnatry""Okay,"hesaidquietlyIcheckedthegunandthenputitintotheglovecompartmentOlliehadreloadeditaftertheexpeditiontothedrugstoreTherestoftheshellshaddisappearedwithhim,butthatwasallrightHehadfiredatMrsCarmody,hehadfiredonceattheclawedthing,andthegunhaddischargedoncewhenithitthegroundTherewerefourofusintheScout,butifpushcamerightdowntoshove,I'dbindsomeotherwayoutformyselfIhadaterriblemomentwhenIcouldn'tfindmykeyringIcheckedallmypockets,cameupempty,andthencheckedthemallagain,forcingmyselftogoslowlyandcalmlyTheywereinmyjeanspockettheyhadgottenclownunderthecoins,askeyssometimeswillTheScoutstartedeasilyAttheconfidentroaroftheengine,AmandaburstintofreshtearsIsatthere,lettingitidle,waitingtoseewhatwasgoingtobedrawnbythesoundoftheengineorthesmelloftheexhaustFiveminutes,thelongestfiveofmylife,driftedbyNothinghappened"Arewegoingtosithereorarewegoingtogo"MrsReppleraskedatlast"Go,"IsaidIbackedoutoftheslotandputonthelowbeamsSomeurgeprobablyabaseonemademecruisepasttheFederalmarketascloseasIcouldgetTheScout'srightbumperhuntedthetrashbarreltoonesideItwasimpossibletoseeinexceptthroughtheloopholesallthosefertilizerandlawnfoodbagsmadetheplacelookasifitwereinthethroesofsomemadgardensalebutateachloopholethereweretwoorthreepalefaces,staringoutatusThenIswungtotheleft,andthemistclosedimpenetrablybehindusAndwhathasbecomeofthosepeopleIdonotknowIdrovebackdownKansasRoadatfivemilesanhour,feelingmywayEvenwiththeScout'sheadlightsandrunninglightson,itwasimpossibletoseemorethansevenortenfeetaheadTheearthhadbeenthroughsometerriblecontortionMillerhadbeenrightaboutthatinplacestheroadwasmerelycracked,butinothersthegrounditselfseemedtohavecavedin,tiltingupgreatslabsofpavingIwasabletogetoverwiththehelpofthefourwheeldriveThankGodforthatButIwasterriblyafraidthatwewouldsooncometoanobstaclethateventhefourwheeldrivecouldn'tgetusoverIttookmefortyminutestomakeadrivethatusuallyonlytooksevenoreightAtlastthesignthatmarkedourprivateroadloomedoutofthemistBilly,rousedataquarteroffive,hadfallensolidlyasleepinsidethiscarthatheknewsowellitmusthaveseemedlikehometohimAmandalookedattheroadnervously"Areyoureallygoingdownthere""I'mgoingtotry,"IsaidButitwasimpossibleThestormthathadwhippedthroughhadloosenedalotoftrees,andthatweird,twistingdrophadfinishedthejoboftumblingthemIwasabletocrunchoverthefirsttwotheywerefairlysmallThenIcametoahoaryoldpinelyingacrosstheroadlikeanoutlaw'sbarricadeItwasstillalmostaquarterofamiletothehouseBillysleptonbesideme,andIputtheScoutinPark,putmyhandsovermyeyes,andtriedtothinkwhattodonextNow,asIsitintheHowardJohnson'snearExitoftheMaineTurnpike,writingallofthisdownonHoJostationery,IsuspectthatMrsReppler,thattoughandcapableoldbroad,couldhavelaidouttheessentialfutilityofthesituationinafewquickstrokesButshehadthekindnesstoletmethinkitthroughformyselfIcouldn'tgetoutIcouldn'tleavethemIcouldn'tevenkidmyselfthatallthehorrormoviemonsterswerebackattheFederalwhenIcrackedthewindowIcouldheartheminthewoods,crashingandblunderingaroundonthesteepfalloflandtheycalltheLedgesaroundthesepartsThemoisturedripdripdrippedfromtheoverhangingleavesOverheadthemistdarkenedmomentarilyassomenightmarishandhalfseenlivingkiteoverflewusItriedtotellmyselfthenandnowthatifshewasveryquick,ifshebuttonedupthehousewithherselfinside,thatshehadenoughfoodfortendaystotwoweeksItonlyworksalittlebitWhatkeepsgettinginthewayismylastmemoryofher,wearingherfloppysunhatandgardeninggloves,onherwaytoourlittlevegetablepatchwiththemistrollinginexorablyacrossthelakebehindherItisBillyIhavetothinkaboutnowBilly,ItellmyselfBigBill,BigBillIshouldwriteitmaybeahundredtimesonthissheetofpaper,likeachildcondemnedtowriteIwillnotthrowspitballsinschoolasthesunnythreeo'clockstillnessspillsthroughthewindowsandtheteachercorrectshomeworkpapersatherdeskandtheonlysoundisherpen,whilesomewhere,faraway,kidspickupteamsforscratchbaseballAnyway,atlastIdidtheonlythingIcoulddoIreversedtheScoutcarefullybacktoKansasRoadThenIcriedAmandatouchedmyshouldertimidly"David,I'msosorry,"shesaid"Yeah,"Isaid,tryingtostopthetearsandnothavingmuchluck"Yeah,soamI"IdrovetoRouteandturnedleft,towardPortlandThisroadwasalsocrackedandblastedinplaces,butwas,onthewhole,morepassablethanKansasRoadhadbeenIwasworriedaboutthebridgesThefaceofMaineiscutwithrunningwater,andtherearebridgeseverywhere,bigandsmallButtheNaplesCausewaywasintact,andfromthereitwasplainifslowsailingallthewaytoPortlandThemistheldthickOnceIhadtostop,thinkingthattreeswerelyingacrosstheroadThenthetreesbegantomoveandundulateandIunderstoodtheyweremoretentaclesIstopped,andafterawhiletheydrewbackOnceagreatgreenthingwithaniridescentgreenbodyandlongtransparentwingslandedonthehoodItlookedlikeagrosslymisshapendragonflyIthoveredthereforamoment,thentookwingagainandwasgoneBillywokeupabouttwohoursafterwehadleftKansasRoadbehindandaskedifwehadgottenMommyyetItoldhimIhadn'tbeenabletogetdownourroadbecauseoffallentrees"Issheallright,Dad""Billy,Idon'tknowButwe'llcomebackandsee"Hedidn'tcryHedozedoffagaininsteadIwouldhaveratherhadhistearsHewassleepingtoodamnMuchandIdidn'tlikeitIbegantogetatensionheadacheItwasdrivingthroughthefogatasteadyfiveortenmilesanhourthatdidit,thetensionofknowingthatanythingmightcomeoutofit,anythingatallawashout,alandspill,orGhidratheThreeheadedMonsterIthinkIprayedIprayedtoGodthatStephaniewasaliveandthatHewouldn'ttakemyadulteryoutonherIprayedtoGodtoletmegetBillytosafetybecausehehadbeenthroughsomuchMostpeoplehadpulledtothesideoftheroadwhenthemistcame,andbynoonwewereinNorthWindhamItriedtheRiverRoad,butaboutfourmilesdown,abridgespanningasmallandnoisystreamhadfallenintothewaterIhadtoreversefornearlyamilebeforeIfoundaspotwideenoughtoturnaroundWe,venttoPortlandbyRouteafterallWhenwegotthere,IdrovethecutofftotheturnpikeTheneatlineoftollboothsguardingtheaccesshadbeenturnedintovacanteyedskeletonsofsmashedPolaGlasAllofthemwereemptyIntheslidingglassdoorwayofonewasatornjacketwithMaineTurnpikeAuthoritypatchesonthesleevesItwasdrenchedwithtacky,dryingbloodWehadnotseenasinglelivingpersonsinceleavingtheFederalMrsRepplersaid,"David,tryyourradio"Islappedmyforeheadinfrustrationandangeratmyself,wonderinghowIcouldhavebeenstupidenoughtoforgettheScout'sAMFMforsolong"Don'tdothat,"MrsRepplersaidcurtly"Youcan'tthinkofeverythingIfyoutry,youwillgomadandbeofnouseatall"IgotnothingbutashriekofstaticallthewayacrosstheAMband,andtheFMyieldednothingbutasmoothandominoussilence"Doesthatmeaneverything'sofftheair"AmandaaskedIknewwhatshewasthinking,maybeWewerefarenoughsouthnowsothatweshouldhavebeenpickingupaselectionofstrongBostonstationsWRKO,WBZ,WMEXButifBostonhadgone"Itdoesn'tmeananythingforsure,"Isaid"ThatstaticontheAMbandispureinterferenceThemistishavingadampingeffectonradiosignals,too""Areyousurethat'sallitis""Yes,"Isaid,notsureatallWewentsouthThemilepostsrolledpast,countingdownfromaboutfortyWhenwereachedMile,wewouldbeattheNewHampshireborderGoingontheturnpikewassloweralotofthedrivershadn'twantedtogiveup,andtherehadbeenrearendcollisionsinseveralplacesSeveraltimesIhadtousethemedianstripAtabouttwentypastoneIwasbeginningtofeelhungryBillyclutchedmyarm"Daddy,what'sthatWhat'sthat!"Ashadowloomedoutofthemist,stainingitdarkItwasastallasacliffandcomingrightatusIjammedonthebrakesAmanda,whohadbeencatnapping,wasthrownforwardSomethingcameagain,thatisallIcansayforsureItmayhavebeenthefactthatthemistonlyallowedustoglimpsethingsbriefly,butIthinkjustaslikelythattherearecertainthingsthatyourbrainsimplydisallowsTherearethingsofsuchdarknessandhorrorjust,Isuppose,astherearethingsofsuchgreatbeautythattheywillnotfitthroughthepunyhumandoorsofperceptionItwassixlegged,IknowthatitsskinwasslatygraythatmottledtodarkbrowninplacesThosebrownpatchesremindedmeabsurdlyoftheliverspotsonMrsCarmody'shandsItsskinwasdeeplywrinkledandgrooved,andclingingtoitwerescores,hundreds,ofthosepinkish"bugs"withthestalkeyesIdon'tknowhowbigitactuallywas,butitpasseddirectlyoverusOneofitsgray,wrinkledlegssmasheddownrightbesidemywindow,andMrsRepplersaidlatershecouldnotseetheundersideofitsbody,althoughshecranedherneckuptolookShesawonlytwoCyclopeanlegsgoingupandupintothemistlikelivingtowersuntiltheywerelosttosightForthemomentitwasovertheScoutIhadanimpressionofsomethingsobigthatitmighthavemadeabluewhalelookthesizeofatroutinotherwords,somethingsobigthatitdefiedtheimaginationThenitwasgone,sendingaseismologicalseriesofthudsbackitlefttracksinthecementoftheinterstate,trackssodeepIcouldnotseethebottomsEachsingletrackwasnearlybigenoughtodroptheScoutintoForamomentnoonespokeTherewasnosoundbutourbreathingandthediminishingthudofthatgreatThing'spassageThenBillysaid,"Wasitadinosaur,DadLikethebirdthatgotintothemarket""Idon'tthinksoIdon'tthinktherewaseverananimalthatbig,BillyAtleastnotonearth"IthoughtoftheArrowheadProjectandwonderedagainwhatcrazydamnedthingtheycouldhavebeendoingupthere"Canwegoon"Amandaaskedtimidly"Itmightcomeback"Yes,andtheremightbemoreupaheadButtherewasnopointinsayingsoWehadtogosomewhereIdroveon,weavinginandoutbetweenthoseterribletracksuntiltheyveeredofftheroadThatiswhathappenedOrnearlyallthereisonefinalthingI'llgettoinamomentButyoumustn'texpectsomeneatconclusionThereisnoAndtheyescapedfromthemistintothegoodsunshineofanewdayorWhenweawoketheNationalGuardhadfinallyarrivedoreventhatgreatoldstandby:ItwasalladreamItis,Isuppose,whatmyfatheralwaysfrowninglycalledfanAlfredHitchcockending,"bywhichhemeantaconclusioninambiguitythatallowedthereaderorviewerItomakeuphisownmindabouthowthingsendedMyfatherhadnothingbutcontemptforsuchstories,sayingtheywere"cheapshots"WegottothisHowardJohnson'snearExitasduskbegantoclosein,makingdrivingasuicidalriskBeforethat,wetookachanceonabridgethatspanstheSacoRiverItlookedbadlytwistedoutofshape,butinthemistitwasimpossibletotellifitwaswholeornotThatparticulargamewewonButthere'stomorrowtothinkof,isn'tthereAsIwritethis,itisaquartertooneinthemorning,JulythetwentythirdThestormthatseemedtosignalthebeginningofitallwasonlyfourdaysagoBillyissleepinginthelobbyonamattressthatIdraggedoutforhimAmandaandMrsRepplerareclosebyIamwritingbythelightofabigDelcoflashlight,andoutsidethepinkbugsaretickingandthumpingofftheglassEverynowandthenthereisalouderthudasoneofthebirdstakesoneoffTheScouthasenoughgastotakeusmaybeanotherninetymilesThealternativeistotrytogasupherethereisanExxonoutontheserviceisland,andalthoughthepowerisoff,IbelieveIcouldsiphonsomeupfromthetankButButitmeansbeingoutsideIfwecangetgashereorfurtheralongwe'llkeepgoingIhaveadestinationinmindnow,youseeIt'sthatlastthingIwantedtotellyouaboutIcouldn'tbesureThatisthething,thedamnedthingItmighthavebeenmyimagination,nothingbutwishfulfillmentAndevenifnot,itissuchalongchanceHowmanymilesHowmanybridgesHowmanythingsthatwouldlovetotearupmysonandeathimevenashescreamedinterrorandagonyThechancesaresogoodthatitwasnothingbutadaydreamthatIhaven'ttoldtheothersatleast,notyetInthemanager'sapartmentIfoundalargebatteryoperatedmultibandradioFromthebackofit,aflatantennawireledoutthroughthewindowIturnediton,switchedovertoBAT,fiddledwiththetuningdial,withtheSQUELCHknob,andstillgotnothingbutstaticdeadsilenceAndthen,atthefarendoftheAMband,justasIwasreachingfortheknobtoturnitoff,IthoughtIheard,ordreamedIheard,onesinglewordTherewasnomoreIlistenedforanhour,buttherewasnomoreiftherewasthatoneword,itcamethroughsomeminuteshiftinthedampingmist,aninfinitesimalbreakthatimmediatelyclosedagainOnewordI'vegottogetsomesleepifIcansleepandnotbehaunteduntildaybreakbythefacesofOllieWeeksandMrsCarmodyandNormthebagboyandbySteff'sface,halfshadowedbythewidebrimofhersunhatThereisarestauranthere,atypicalHoJorestaurantwithadiningroomandalong,horseshoeshapedlunchcounterIamgoingtoleavethesepagesonthecounterandperhapssomedaysomeonewillfindthemandreadthemOnewordIfIonlyreallyhearditIfonlyI'mgoingtobednowButfirstI'mgoingtokissmysonandwhispertwowordsinhisearAgainstthedreamsthatmaycome,youknowTwowordsthatsoundabitalikeOneofthemisHartfordTheotherishopePAG
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