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Show 28 if it would ever stop. He remembered riding to the hospital. He remembered waiting in the dark car, trying to talk to God. He had thought God must live in that huge hospital somewhere. He imagined elevators and beds. Sean arrived first at the pond's edge. "Here!" Todd followed. Hunt felt cold. He felt his arms shaking. He was in a 1947 Oldsmobile without a heater. "Dad! Over here!" "Sean's found it," he turned and said. "You can't see anything," Leah told him. "There's still light." Leah and Hunt came out of the tangled pine and birch, out onto a rock where Sean, Todd and the dog already stood. "Russell's Pond!" Sean said. "Look!" "Nice." Hunt put his hand quietly on him. "Lyle and I fish right here!" Sean told him. "From this rock." " I t ' s a nice spot." "Is it very deep here?" Leah asked. Sean tossed a pine cone out onto the skim of ice. It hit, cracked like a rifle shot. Hunt watched dark water seeping through. His head eddied slightly He shut his eyes. "There's a beaver dam," Sean told them. "Over there!" He unwound still another cone. "Beavers swim down and enter it underneath. They drag bodies in. Other animals that they kill. And fish." "That's not true," Hunt said to him. |