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They were having their coffee when Rachel had abruptly tossed down her napkin and said； 〃Daddy 。 。 。 Mom 。 。 。 I'm sorry； but I have to go home。 If I can get a plane； I'm going tonight。〃
Her mother and father had gaped at her； but Ellie had closed her eyes in an adult expression of relief…it would have been funny if not for the waxy； stretched quality of her skin。
They did not understand； and Rachel could no more explain than she could have explained how those tiny puffs of wind； so faint they can barely stir the tips of short grass； can gradually grow in power until they can knock a steel building flat。 She did not believe that Ellie had heard a news item about the death of Victor Pascow and ified it away in her subconscious。
〃Rachel。 Honey。〃 Her father spoke slowly； kindly； the way one might speak to someone in the grip of a transitory but dangerous hysteria。 〃This is all just a reaction to your son's death。 You and Ellie are both reacting strongly to that； and who could blame you？ But you'll just collapse if you try to…〃
Rachel did not answer him。 She went to the telephone in the hall； found AIRLINES in the Yellow Pages and dialed Delta's number while Dory stood close by； telling her they ought to just think about this； didn't she think； they ought to talk about it； perhaps make a list。 。 。 and beyond her EWe stood； her face stifi dark… but now it was lit by enough hope to give Rachel some courage。
〃Delta Airlines；〃 the voice on the other end said brightly。 〃This is Kim； may I help you？〃
〃I hope so；〃 Rachel said。 〃It's extremely important that I get from Chicago to Bangor tonight。 It's 。 。 。 it's a bit of an emergency； I'm afraid。 Can you check the connections for me？〃
Dubiously： 〃Yes； ma'am； but this is very short notice。〃
〃Well； please check；〃 Rachel said； her voice cracking a little。 〃I'll take standby； anything。〃
〃All right； ma'am。 Please hold。〃 The line became smoothly silent。
Rachel closed her eyes； and after a moment she felt a cool hand on her arm。 She opened her eyes and saw that Ellie had moved next to her。 Irwin and Dory stood together； talking quietly and looking at them。 The way you look at people you suspect of being lunatics； Rachel thought wearily。 She mustered a smile for Ellie。
〃Don't let them stop you； Mommy；〃 Ellie said in a low voice。 〃Please。〃
〃No way； big sister；〃 Rachel said and then winced…it was what they had called her ever since Gage had been born。 But she was no one's big sister anymore； was she？
〃Thank you；〃 Ellie said。
〃It's very important； isn't it？〃
Ellie nodded。
〃Honey； I believe that it is。 But you could help me if you could tell me more。 Is it just the dream？〃
〃No；〃 Ellie said。 〃It's 。 。 。 it's everything now。 It's running all through me now。 Can't you feel it； Mommy？ Something like a…〃
〃Something like a wind。〃
Ellie sighed shakily。
〃But you don't know what it is？ You don't remember anything more about your dream？〃
Ellie thought hard and then shook her head reluctantly。 〃Daddy。 Church。 And Gage。 That's all I remember。 But I don't remember how they go together； Mommy！〃
Rachel hugged her tightly。 〃It will be all right；〃 she said； but the weight on her heart did not lessen。
〃Hello； ma'am；〃 the reservations clerk said。
〃Hello？〃 Rachel tightened her grip on both Ellie and the phone。
〃I think I can get you to Bangor； ma'am…but you're going to be getting in very late。〃
〃That doesn't matter；〃 Rachel said。
〃Do you have a pen？ It's plicated。〃
〃Yes； right here；〃 Rachel said； getting a stub of pencil out of the drawer。 She found the back of an envelope to write on。
Rachel listened carefully； writing down everything。 When the airline clerk finished； Rachel smiled a little and made an 〃0〃 with her thumb and forefinger to show Ellie that it was going to work。 Probably going to work； she amended。 Some of the connections looked very； very tight。 。 。 especially in Boston。
〃Please book it all；〃 Rachel said。 〃And thank you。〃
Kim took Rachel's name and credit card number。 Rachel hung up at last； limp but relieved。 She looked at her father。 〃Daddy； will you drive me to the airport？〃
〃Maybe I ought to say no；〃 Goldman said。 〃I think I might have a responsibility to put a stop to this craziness。〃
〃Don't you dare！〃 Ellie cried shrilly。 〃It's not crazy！ It's not！〃 Goldman blinked and stepped back at this small but ferocious outburst。
〃Drive her； Irwin；〃 Dory said quietly into the silence that followed。 〃I've begun to feel nervous too。 I'll feel better if I know Louis is all right。〃
Goldman stared at his wife and at last turned to Rachel。 〃I'll drive you； if it is what you want；〃 he said。 〃I 。 。 。 Rachel； I'll e with you； if you want that。〃
Rachel shook her head。 〃Thank you； Daddy； but I got all the last seats。 It's as if Cod saved them for me。〃
Irwin Goldman sighed。 At that moment he looked very old； and it suddenly occurred to Rachel that her father looked like Jud Crandall。
〃You have time to pack a bag； if you want；〃 be said。 〃We can be at the airport in forty minutes； if I drive the way I used to when your mother and I were first married。 Find her your tote bag； Dory。〃
〃Mommy；〃 Ellie said。 Rachel turned toward her。 Ellie's face was now sheened with light sweat。
〃What； honey？〃
〃Be careful； Mommy；〃 Ellie said。
49
The trees were only moving shapes against a cloudy sky backlit by the glow from the airport not too far distant。 Louis parked the Honda on Mason Street。 Mason bordered Pleasantview on its south side； and here the wind was almost strong enough to rip the car door out of his hand。 He had to push hard to shut it。 The wind rippled at his jacket as he opened the Honda's hatch and took out the piece of tarpaulin he had cut and wrapped around his tools。
He was in a wing of darkness between two streetlights； standing on the curb with the canvas…wrapped bundle cradled in his arms； looking carefully for traffic before crossing to the wrought…iron fence which marked the boundary of the graveyard。 He did not want to be seen at all； if he could help it； not even by someone who would notice him and forget him the next second。 Beside him； the branches of an old elm groaned restlessly in the wind； making Louis think of jackleg necktie parties。 God； he was so scared。 This wasn't wild work； it was mad work。
No traffic。 On the Mason Street side； the streetlamps marched away in perfect white circles； casting spotlights on the sidewalk where； during the days after Fairmount Grammar School let out； boys would ride bikes and girls would jump rope and play hopscotch； never noticing the nearby graveyard； except perhaps at Halloween； when it would acquire a certain spooky charm。 Perhaps they would dare to cross their suburban street and hang a paper skeleton on the wrought…iron bars of the high fence； giggling at the old jokes： it's the most popular place in town； people are dying to get in。 Why is it wrong to laugh in the grave yard？ Because everyone who lives there is always in a grave mood。
〃Gage；〃 he muttered。 Gage was in there； behind that wrought…iron fence； unjustly imprisoned under a blanket of dark earth； and that was no joke。 Gonna break you out； Gage； he thought。 Gonna break you out； big guy； or die trying。
Louis crossed the street with his heavy bundle in his arms； stepped up on the other curb； glanced both ways again； and tossed the canvas roll over the fence。 It clinked softly as it struck the ground on the far side。 Dusting his hands； Louis walked away。 He had marked the place in his mind。 Even if he forgot； all he really had to do was follow the fence on the inside until he was standing opposite his Civic； and he would fall over it。
But would the gate be open this late？
He walked down Mason Street to the stop sign； the wind chasing him and worrying his heels。 Moving shadows danced and twined on the roadway。
He turned the corner onto Pleasant Street； still following the fence。 Car headlights splashed up the street； and Louis stepped casually behind an elm tree。 It wasn't a cop car； he saw； only a van moving toward Hammond Street and； probably； the turnpike。 When it was well past him； Louis walked on。
Of course it will be unlocked。 It's got to be。
He reached the gate； which formed a cathedral shape in wrought iron； slim and graceful in the moving wind shadows thrown by the streetlights。 He reached out and tried it。
Locked。
You stupid fool； of course it's locked…did you really think anyone would leave a cemetery inside the municipal city limits of any American city unlocked after eleven o'clock？ No one is that trusting； dear man； not anymore。 So what do you do now？
Now he would have to climb and just hope no one happened to glance away from the Carson Show long enough to see him monkeying up the wrought iron like the world's oldest； slowest kid。
Hey； police？ I just saw the world's oldest； slowest kid climbing into Pleasantview Cemetery。 Looked like he was dying to get in。 Yeah； looked like a grave matter to me。 Kidding？ Oh no； I'm in dead earnest。 Maybe you ought to dig into it。
Louis continued up Pleasant Street and turned right at the next intersection。 The high iron fence marched along beside him relentlessly。 The wind cooled and evaporated the drops of sweat on his forehead and in the hollows of his temples。 His shadow waxed and waned in the streetlights。 Every now and then he glanced at the fence； and then he stopped and forced himself to really look at it。
You're going to climb that baby？ Don't make me laugh。
Louis Creed was a fairly tall man； standing a bit over six…two； but the fence was easily nine feet high； each wrought…iron stave ending in a decorative； arrowlike point。 Decorative； that is； until you happened to slip while swinging your leg over and the force of your suddenly dropping two hundred pounds drove one of those arrow points into your groin； exploding your testicles。 And there you would be； skewered like a pig at a barbecue； hollering until someone called for the police and they came and pulled you off and took you to the hospital。
The sweat continued to flow； sticking his shirt to his back。 All was silent e
