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Still-life tableaus. Lawford, N.H., a town of fifty buildings
as 1880's forestland, discarded in the Depression. Winter
oppressive, horizonless, flourescent.
Margie Fogg works here.
near the town center. Wade works here.
-- Merritt's Shell Station. Cinder-block.
-- Alma Pittman's house. Like so many others.
-- Town Hall.
ROLFE WHITEHOUSE'S VOICE, thirtiesh, articulate, speaks over
This is the story of my older
and disappearance. We who loved him
story like this, as his brother, I
importance -- that is, everything
was raised and so was I. One night
it had been since childhood. I mark
this change by Wade's tone of voice
Halloween. Something I had not heard
before. Let us imagine that around
eight o'clock on Halloween Eve,
speeding past Toby's, Route 29, comes
a pale green eight-year-old Ford
top. A square-faced man wearing a
trooper's cap is driving the vehicle.
Beside him sits a child, a little
covering her face. The man is driving
WADE WHITEHOUSE, driving, sits beside JILL, his daughter,
I'm sorry for the screw-up. But I
couldn't help it it's too late to go
trick-or-treating now. I couldn't
help it I had to stop at Penny's for
the costume. And you were hungry,
Who's fault is it then if it's not
yours? You're the one in charge,
treating. They're still out.
Those are the Hoyts.
I don't care. They're out.
Can't you see... look out there.
anymore. It's too late. Those Hoyt
kids are just out to get in trouble.
that mailbox there. They chopped
down Herb Crane's new bushes. Little
bastards. Jesus H. Christ.
Why do they do that?
Yeah. It's stupid.
I guess they're stupid.
Did you do that when you were a kid?
Well, yeah. Sort of. Nothing really
mean. Me and my pals, me and my
brothers. It was kind of funny then.
Stealing pumpkins, soaping windows.
Stuff like that.
Was it funny?
To us it was.