window。 Now he wasn't just imprisoned； he was blind； as well。
Written across the inside； easily readable through the glass： GIVE UP E OUT。 Jonesy had a brief memory of The Wizard of Oz … SURRENDER DOROTHY Written across the sky … and wanted to laugh。 He couldn't。 Nothing was funny； nothing was ironic。 This was horrible。
'No！' he shouted。 'Take them down！ Take them down； damn you！'
No answer。 Jonesy raised his hands； meaning to shatter the glass and beat on the steel shutters beyond； then thought； Are you crazy？ That's what he wants！ The minute you break the glass； those shutters disappear and Mr Gray is in here。 And you're gone； buddy。
He was aware of movement … the heavy rumble of the plow。
Where were they by now？ Waterville？ Augusta？ Even farther south？ Into the zone where the precip had fallen as rain？ No； probably not； Mr Gray would have switched the plow for something faster if they had gotten clear of the snow。 But they would be clear of it； and soon。 Because they were going south。
Going where？
I might as well be dead already； Jonesy thought； looking disconsolately at the closed shutter with its taunt of a message。 I might as well be dead right now。
14
In the end it was Owen who took Roberta Cavell by the arms and … with one eye on the racing clock； all too aware that every minute and a half brought Kurtz a mile closer … told her why they had to take Duddits； no matter how ill he was。 Even in these circumstances； Henry didn't know if he could have uttered the phrase fate of the world may depend on it with a straight face。 Underhill； who had spent his life carrying a gun for his country； could and did。
Duddits stood with his arm around Henry； staring raptly down at him with his brilliant green eyes。 Those eyes； at least； had not changed。 Nor had the feeling they'd always had when around Duddits … that things were either perfectly all right or soon would be。
Roberta looked at Owen； her face seeming to grow older with every sentence he spoke。 It was as if some malign time…lapse photography were at work。
'Yes；' she said； 'yes； I understand you want to find Jonesy … to catch him … but what does he want to do？ And if he came here； why didn't he do it here？'
'Ma'am； I can't answer those questions…'
'War；' Duddits said suddenly。 'Onesy ont war。'
War？ Owen's mind asked Henry； alarmed。 What war？
Never mind； Henry responded； and all at once the voice in Owen's head was faint； hard to hear。 We have to go。
'Ma'am。 Mrs Cavell。' Owen took her arms again； very gently。 Henry loved this woman a lot； although he had ignored her quite cruelly over the last dozen years or so； and Owen knew why he'd loved her。 It came off her like a sweet smoke。 'We have to go。'
'No。 Oh please say no。' The tears ing again。 Don't do that； lady； Owen wanted to say。 Things are bad enough already。 Please don't do that。
'There's a man ing。 A very bad man。 We have to be gone when he gets here。'
Roberta's distracted； sorrowing face filled with resolution。 'All right； then。 If you have to。 But I'm ing with you。'
'Roberta； no；' Henry said。
'Yes！ Yes； I can take care of him 。 。 。 give him his pills 。 。 。 his Prednisone 。 。 。 I'll make sure to bring his lemon swabs and…'
'Umma； oo ay ere。'
'No； Duddie； no ！'
'Umma； oo ay ere！ Ayfe！ Ayfe！' Safe； safe。 Duddits growing agitated now。
'We really don't have any more time；' Owen said。
'Roberta；' Henry said。 'Please。'
'Let me e！' she cried。 'He's all I have！'
'Umma；' Duddits said。 His voice was not a bit childish。 'Ooo 。 。 。 ay 。 。 。 ERE。'
She looked at him fixedly； and her face sagged。 'Allnight；' she said。 'Just one more minute。 I have to get something。'
She went into Duddits's room and came back with a paper bag； which she handed to Henry。
'It's his pills；' she said。 'He has his Prednisone at nine o'clock。 Don't forget or he gets wheezy and his chest hurts。 He can have a Percocet if he asks； and he probably will ask； because being out in the cold hurts him。'
She looked at Henry with sorrow but no reproach。 He almost wished for reproach。 God knew he'd never done anything which had made him feel this ashamed。 It wasn't just that Duddits had leukemia； it was that he'd had it for so long and none of them had known。
'Also his lemon swabs； but only on his lips； because his gums bleed a lot now and the swabs sting him。 There's cotton for his nose if it bleeds。 Oh； and the catheter。 See it there on his shoulder？' Henry nodded。 A plastic tube protruding from a packing of bandage。 Looking at it gave him a weirdly strong feeling of déjà vu。
'If you're outside； keep it covered 。 。 。 Dr Briscoe laughs at me； but I'm always afraid the cold will get down inside 。 。 。 a scarf will work 。 。 。 even a handkerchief breaking through。
She was crying again； the sobs
'Roberta…' Henry began。 Now he was looking at the clock； too。
'I'll take care of him；' Owen said。 'I saw my Pop through to the end of it。 I know about Prednisone and Percocet。' And more： bigger steroids； better painkillers。 At the end； marijuana； methadone； and finally pure morphine； so much better than heroin。 Morphine； death's sleekest engine。
He felt her in his head； then； a strange； tickling sensation like bare feet so light they barely touched down。 Tickly； but not unpleasant。 She was trying to make out if what he'd said about his father was the truth or a lie。 This was her little gift from her extraordinary son； Owen realized； and she had been using it so long she no longer even knew she was doing it 。 。 。 like Henry's friend Beaver chewing on his toothpicks。 It wasn't as powerful as what Henry had； but it was there； and Owen had never in his life been so glad he had told the truth。
'Not leukemia； though；' she said。
'Lung cancer。 Mrs Cavell； we really have to…'
'I need to get him one more thing。'
'Roberta； we can't…' Henry began。
'In a flash； in a flash。' She darted for the kitchen。
Owen felt really frightened for the first time。 'Kurtz and Freddy and Perlmutter … Henry； I can't tell where they are！ I've lost them！'
Henry had unrolled the top of the bag and looked inside。 What he saw there； lying on top of the box of lemon…flavored glycerine swabs； transfixed him。 He replied to Owen； but his voice seemed to be ing from the far end of some previously undisclosed … hell； unsuspected … valley。 There was such a valley； he knew that now。 A trough of years。 He would not； could not； say he had never suspected that such geography existed； but how in God's name could he have suspected so little？
'They just passed Exit 29；' he said。 'Twenty miles behind us now。 Maybe even closer。'
'What's wrong with you？'
Henry reached into the brown bag and brought out the little creation of string； so like a cobweb； which had hung over Duddits's bed here； and over the bed at the Maple Lane house before Alfie had died。
'Duddits； where did you get this？' he asked； but of course he knew。 This dreamcatcher was smaller than the one which had hung in the main room at Hole in the Wall； but was otherwise its twin。
'Eeeyer；' Duddits said。 He had never taken his eyes off Henry。 It was as if he could still not entirely believe that Henry was here。 'Eeeyer ent ooo cee。 Or eye Issmuss ass…eek。'
Although his mind…reading ability was fading rapidly as his body beat back the byrus； Owen understood this easily enough； Beaver sent to me； Duddits said。 For my Christmas last week。 Down's sufferers had difficulty expressing concepts of time past and time to e； and Owen suspected that to Duddits the past was always last week； the future always next week。 It seemed to Owen that if everyone thought that way； there would be a lot less grief and rancor in the world。
Henry looked at the little string dreamcatcher a moment longer； then returned it to the brown bag just as Roberta bustled back in。 Duddits broke into a huge grin when he saw what she'd gone for。 'Oooby…Doo！' he cried。 'Ooby…Doo unnox！' He took it and gave her a kiss on each cheek。
'Owen；' Henry said。 His eyes were bright。 'I have some extremely good news。'
'Tell me。'
'The bastards just hit a detour … jackknifed tractor … trailer just shy of Exit 28。 It's going to cost them ten； maybe twenty minutes。'
'Thank Christ。 Let's use them。' He glanced at the coat…tree in the corner。 Hanging from it was a huge blue duffel coat with RED SOX WINTER BALL printed on the back in bright scarlet。 'That yours； Duddits？'
'Ine！' Duddits said； smiling and nodding。 'I…acket。' And； as Owen reached for it： 'Ooo saw us ine Osie。' He got that one； too； and it sent a chill up his back。 You saw us find Josie。
So he had 。 。 。 and Duddits had seen him。 Only last night； or had Duddits seen him on that day； nineteen years ago？ Did Duddits's gift also involve a kind of time travel？
This wasn't the time to ask such questions； and Owen was almost glad。
'I said I wouldn't pack his lunchbox； but of course I did。 In the end； I did。'
Roberta looked at it … at Duddits holding it； shifting it from hand to hand as he struggled into the enormous parka； which had also been a gift from the Boston Red Sox。 His face