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And then a hand reached down to pull me up 21 and lay me down. Jack rolled back where he was and went to sleep. I pulled the covers up and let him sleep there naked, in the cold. Next morning he was up before I was. He waited for me in the parking lot. He put me in the car without a word. We hardly talked at all the whole way down. He saw me to my room at the motel and went home to his wife. He called me once the next day on his way to pick me up to drive me to the plane in San Antonio. I didn’t call him for a week or so.
He once said it just felt good to do that. He spoke a rude chiènois only his master knew, who began to translate: “I think he said he thinks you are a bigger fool than me. This dog says words no longer known in Blois, except among the elders of the Guild, to which his ancient fathers were house pets. He is a guard cur—he lives in the woodyard. The name he called you often was brutelôt, which is a word for carrion dogs don’t touch, and you are the most inedible, he said. ” He shook a tear toward Gaston, who was a festive little Papillon, and dropped both ﬁsts onto the ground and barked.
Only two of us, possibly three, remember the tune he often repeated. 39 The Morning Mail I gave myself the liberty to stay home one Monday when I should have gotten dressed and gone and pulled my end up like a man. The house got empty after breakfast, which was not unusual. Weekdays the house stayed empty, excepting this one, where there was myself, almost fanatical about the weather, halfway determined to be under it, listening for order where there wasn’t any or words for persons not at this address.
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