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； the joint would bee stiff and painfully obdurate…as if it had been dipped in cement。 It looked like one of those injuries that might want to converse with him on rainy days for the rest of his life。
He reached out a hand to stroke Church； wanting some sort of fort； but the cat leaped down from the toilet tank； staggering in that drunken and weirdly unfeline way； and left for some other place。 It spared Louis one flat； yellow glance as it went。
There was Ben…Gay in the medicine cabinet。 Louis lowered the toilet seat； sat down； and smeared a gob on his bad knee。 Then he rubbed some more on the small of his back…a clumsy operation。
He left the toilet and walked into the living room。 He turned on the hall light and stood there at the foot of the stairs for a moment； looking stupidly around。 How strange it all seemed！ Here was where he had stood on Christmas Eve when he had given Rachel the sapphire。 It had been in the pocket of his robe。 There was his chair； where he had done his best to explain the facts of death to Ellie after Norma Crandall's fatal heart attack…facts he had found ultimately unacceptable to himself。 The Christmas tree had stood in that corner； Ellie's construction…paper turkey… the one that had reminded Louis of some sort of futuristic crow… had been Scotch…taped in that window； and much earlier the entire room had been empty except for the United Van Lines boxes； filled with their family possessions and trucked across half the country from the Midwest。 He remembered thinking that their things looked very insignificant； boxed up like that…a small enough bulwark between his family and the coldness of all the outer world where their names and their family customs were not known。
How strange it all seemed 。 。 。 and how he wished they had never heard of the University of Maine； or Ludlow； or Jud and Norma Crandall； or any of it。
He went upstairs in his skivvies； and in the bathroom at the top he got the stool； stood on it； and took down the small black bag from on top of the medicine cabinet。 He took this into the master bedroom； sat down； and began to rummage through it。 Yes； there were syringes in case he needed one； and amid the rolls of surgical tape and surgical scissors and neatly wrapped papers of surgical gut were several ampules of very deadly stuff。
If needed。
Louis snapped the bag shut and put it by the bed。 He turned off the overhead light； then lay down； hands behind his head。 To lie here on his back； at rest； was exquisite。 His thoughts turned to Disney World again。 He saw himself in a plain white uniform； driving a white van with the mouse…ears logo on itnothing to indicate it was a rescue unit on the outside； of course； nothing to scare the paying customers。
Gage was sitting beside him； his skin deeply tanned； the whites of his eyes bluish with health。 Here； just to the left； was Goofy； shaking hands with a little boy； the kid was in a trance of wonder。 Here was Winnie the Pooh posing with two laughing grandmas in pants suits so a third laughing grandma could snap their pictures； here was a little girl in her best dress crying； 〃I love you； Tigger！ I love you； Tigger！〃
He and his son were on patrol。 He and his son were the sentries in this magic land； and they cruised endlessly in their white van with the red dashboard flasher neatly and sensibly covered。 They were not looking for trouble； not they； but they were ready for it should it show its face。 That it was lurking even here； in a place dedicated to such innocent pleasures； could not be denied； some grinning man buying film along Main Street could clutch his chest as the heart attack struck； a pregnant woman might suddenly feel the labor pains start as she walked down the steps from the Sky Chariot； a teenage girl as pretty as a Norman Rockwell cover might suddenly collapse in a flopping epileptic fit； loafers rattling out a jagged backbeat on the cement as the signals in her brain suddenly jammed up。 There were sunstroke and heatstroke and brainstroke； and perhaps at the end of some sultry Orlando summer afternoon there might even be a stroke of light…fling； there was； even； Oz the Gweat and Tewwible himself here
…he might be glimpsed walking around near the monorail's point of egress into the Magic Kingdom or peering down from one of the flying Dumbos with his flat and stupid gaze…down here Louis and Gage had e to know him as just another amusement park figure like Goofy or Mickey or Tigger or the estimable Mr。 D。 Duck。 He was the one； however； with whom no one wanted his or her picture taken； the one to whom no one wanted to introduce his son or daughter。 Louis and Gage knew him； they had met him and faced him down in New England； some time ago。 He was waiting to choke you on a marble； to smother you with a dry…cleaning bag； to sizzle you into eternity with a fast and lethal boogie of electricity…Available at Your Nearest Switchplate or Vacant Light Socket Right Now。 There was death in a quarter bag of peanuts； an aspirated piece of steak； the next pack of cigarettes。 He was around all the time； he monitored all the checkpoints between the mortal and the eternal。 Dirty needles； poison beetles； downed live wires； forest fires。 Whirling roller skates that shot nurdy little kids into busy intersections。 When you got into the bathtub to take a shower； Oz got right in there too…Shower with a Friend。 When you got on an airplane； Oz took your boarding pass。 He was in the water you drank； the food you ate。 Who's out there？ you howled into the dark when you were frightened and all alone； and it was his answer that came back： Don't be afraid； it's just me。 Hi； howaya？ You got cancer of the bowel； what a bummer； so solly； Cholly！ Septicemia！ Leukemia！ Atherosclerosis！ Coronary thrombosis！ Encephalitis！ Osteomyelitis！ Hey…ho； let's go！ Junkie in a doorway with a knife。 Phone call in the middle of the night。 Blood cooking in battery acid on some exit ramp in North Carolina。 Big handfuls of pills； munch em up。 That peculiar blue cast of the fingernails following asphyxiation…in its final grim struggle to survive the brain takes all the oxygen that is left； even that in those living cells under the nails。 Hi； folks； my name's Oz the Gweat and Tewwible； but you can call me Oz if you want…hell； we're old friends by now。 Just stopped by to whop you with a little congestive heart failure or a cranial blood clot or something； can't stay； got to see a woman about a breach birth； then I've got a little smoke…inhalation job to do in Omaha。
And that thin voice is crying； 〃I love you； Tigger！ I love you！ I believe in you； Tigger！ I will always love you and believe in you； and I will stay young； and the only Oz to ever live in my heart will be that gentle faker from Nebraska！ I love you。 。
We cruise。 。 。 my son and I。 。 。 because the essence of it isn't war or sex but only that sickening； noble； hopeless battle against Oz the Gweat and Tewwible。 He and I； in our white van under this bright Florida sky； we cruise。 And the red flasher is hooded； but it is there if we need it。 。 。 and none need know but us because the soil of a man's heart is stonier； a man grows what he can。 。 。 and tends it。
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