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ever interested him。 Graham liked him for that。
Molly was the same height as Graham； five feet ten inches。 A level kiss in public carries a pleasant jolt； possibly because level kisses usually are exchanged in bed。
Willy offered to carry his suitcase。 Graham gave him the suit bag instead。
Riding home to Sugarloaf Key； Molly driving； Graham remembered the things picked out by the headlights； imagined the rest。
When he opened the car door in the yard； he could hear the sea。 Willy went into the house； holding the suit bag on top of his head； the bottom flapping against the backs of his legs。
Graham stood in the yard absently brushing mosquitoes away from his face。
Molly put her hand on his cheek。 〃What you ought to do is e on in the house before you get eaten up。〃
He nodded。 His eyes were wet。
She waited a moment longer； tucked her head and peered up at him； wiggling her eyebrows。 〃Tanqueray martinis； steaks； hugging and stuff。 Right this way 。 。 。 and the light bill and the water bill and lengthy conversations with my child；〃 she added out of the side of her mouth。
CHAPTER 53
Graham and Molly wanted very much for it to be the same again between them； to go on as they had before。
When they saw that it was not the same； the unspoken knowledge lived with them like unwanted pany in the house。 The mutual assurances they tried to exchange in the dark and in the day passed through some refraction that made them miss the mark。
Molly had never looked better to him。 From a painful distance； he admired her unconscious grace。
She tried to be good to him； but she had been to Oregon and she had raised the dead。
Willy felt it and he was cool to Graham； maddeningly polite。
A letter came from Crawford。 Molly brought it in the mail and did not mention it。
It contained a picture of the Sherman family； printed from movie film。 Not everything had burned； Crawford's note explained。 A search of the fields around the house had turned this picture up； along with a few other things the explosion had blown far from the fire。
〃These people were probably on his itinerary；〃 Crawford wrote。 〃Safe now。 Thought you'd like to know。〃
Graham showed it to Molly。
〃See？ That's why；〃 he said。 〃That's why it was worth it。〃
〃I know；〃 she said。 〃I understand that； really I do。〃
The bluefish were running under the moon。 Molly packed suppers and they fished and they built fires； and none of it was any good。
Grandpa and Mamamma sent Willy a picture of his pony and he tacked it to the wall in his room。
The fifth day home was the last day before Graham and Molly would go back to work in Marathon。 They fished in the surf； walking a quarter…mile around the curving beach to a place where they had luck before。
Graham had decided to talk to both of them together。
The expedition did not begin well。 Willy pointedly put aside the rod Graham had rigged for him and brought the new surf…casting rod his grandfather sent home with him。
They fished for three hours in silence。 Graham opened his mouth to speak several times； but it didn't seem right。
He was tired of being disliked。
Graham caught four snappers； using sand fleas for bait。 Willy caught nothing。 He was casting a big Rapala with three treble hooks which his grandfather had given him。 He was fishing too fast； casting again and again； retrieving too fast； until he was red…faced and his T…shirt stuck to him。
Graham waded into the water； scooped sand in the backwash of a wave； and came up with two sand fleas； their legs waving from their shells。
〃How about one of these； partner？〃 He held out a sand flea to Willy。
〃I'll use the Rapala。 It was my father's； did you know that？〃
〃No；〃 Graham said。 He glanced at Molly。
She hugged her knees and looked far off at a frigate bird sailing high。
She got up and brushed off the sand。 〃I'll go fix some sandwiches；〃 she said。
When Molly had gone； Graham was tempted to talk to the boy by himself。 No。 Willy would feel whatever his mother felt。 He'd wait and get them both together when she came back。 He'd do it this time。
She wasn't gone long and she came back without the sandwiches； walking swiftly on the packed sand above the surf。
〃Jack Crawford's on the phone。 I told him you'd call him back； but he said it's urgent；〃 she said； examining a fingemail。 〃Better hurry。〃
Graham blushed。 He stuck the butt of his rod in the sand and trotted toward the dunes。 It was quicker than going around the beach if you carried nothing to catch in the brush。
He heard a low whirring sound carried on the wind and； wary of a rattler； he scanned the ground as he went into the scrub cedar。
He saw boots beneath the brush； the glint of a lens and a flash of khaki rising。
He looked into the yellow eyes of Francis Dolarhyde and fear raised the hammers of his heart。
Snick of a pistol action working； an automatic ing up and Graham kicked at it； struck it as the muzzle bloomed pale yellow in the sun； and the pistol flew into the brush。 Graham on his back； something burning in the left side of his chest； slid headfirst down the dune onto the beach。
Dolarhyde leaped high to land on Graham's stomach with both feet and he had the knife out now and never looked up at the thin screaming from the water's edge。 He pinned Graham with his knees； raised the knife high and grunted as he brought it down。 The blade missed Graham's eye and crunched deep into his cheek。
Dolarhyde rocked forward and put his weight on the handle of the knife to shove it through Graham's head。
The rod whistled as Molly swung it hard at Dolarhyde's face。 The big Rapala's hooks sank solidly in his cheek and the reel screamed； paying out line as she drew back to strike again。
He growled； grabbed at his face as she hit him； and the treble hooks jammed into his hand as well。 One hand free； one hand hooked to his face； he tugged the knife out and started after her。
Graham rolled over； got to his knees； then his feet； eyes wild and choking blood he ran； ran from Dolarhyde； ran until he collapsed。
Molly ran for the dunes； Willy ahead of her。 Dolarhyde was ing； dragging tile rod。 It caught on a bush and pulled him howling to a stop before he thought to cut the line。
〃Run baby； run baby； run baby！ Don't look back；〃 she gasped。 Her legs were long and she shoved the boy ahead of her； the crashing ever closer in the brush behind them。
They had one hundred yards on him when they left the dunes； seventy yards when they reached the house。 Scrambling up the stairs。 Clawing in Will's closet。
To Willy； 〃Stay here。〃
Down again to meet him。 Down to the kitchen； not ready； fumbling with the speedloader。
She forgot the stance and she forgot the front sight but she got a good two…handed grip on the pistol and as the door exploded inward she blew a rat hole through his thigh … 〃Muhner！〃 … and she shot him in the face as he slid down the door facing and she shot him in the face as he sat on the floor and she ran to him and shot him twice in the face as he sprawled against the wall； scalp down to his chin and his hair on fire。
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Willy tore up a sheet and went to look for Will。 His legs were shaking and he fell