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Show 409 more for a while." "You might have stuck around to give Mother a little moral support. She's not in very good shape." "Don't be pissed. I just wanted to be out of there till they shut that fucking box." "It wasn't easy for the rest of us either but we managed okay," said Lorin. "Get off my ass, Lorrie, okay? I said I was sorry." He picked up a handful of loose pebbles where the paving had broken and tossed them, one at a time, at a wooden post holding a mailbox. "I'll even sit with her during the funeral and hold her gnarly little hand if you'll hold the other one." He flung the remaining pebbles at a trash barrel full of hedge clippings. "Christ, did you see him? How can she stand to look at him?" "She likes looking at him, and she wants everybody else to too," Lorin said. "To too," Stephen said, grinning. "She even wanted me to touch him," Lorin said, remembering the cake of yeast. Stephen's grin faded. "Jesus. Did you, Lorrie?" "Yes. And that's what you're going to do if they haven't put the lid down yet. And she's going to see you do it." "Wrong," said Stephen. "It's not so bad. You'll see. It just feels funny." "Not this kid," said Stephen. "Come on. It'll make her happy." As they crossed the road to the parking lot he heard organ music coming from the chapel. |