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'Maybe you better slow down a little；' Pete said。 He had a beer between his legs and it was half gone； but one wouldn't be enough to mellow Pete out。 Three or four more； though； and Henry could go barrel…assing down this road at sixty and Pete would just sit there in the passenger seat； singing along with one of those horrible fucking Pink Floyd discs。 And he could go sixty； probably； without putting so much as another ding in the front bumper。 Being in the ruts of the Deep Cut； even when they were filled with snow； was like being on rails。 If it kept snowing that might change； but for now； all was well。
'Don't worry； Pete … everything's five…by…five。'
'You want a beer？'
'Not while I'm driving。'
'Not even out here in West Overshoe？'
'Later。'
Pete subsided； leaving Henry to follow the bore of the headlights； to thread his way along this white lane between the trees。 Leaving him with his thoughts； which was where he wanted to be。 It was like returning to a bloody place inside your mouth； exploring it again and again with the tip of your tongue； but it was where he wanted to be。
There were pills。 There was the old Baggie…over…the…head…in…the…bathtub…trick。 There was drowning。 There was jumping from a high place。 The handgun in the ear was too unsure … too much chance of waking up paralyzed … and so was slitting the wrists； that was for people who were only practicing； but the Japanese had a way of doing it that interested Henry very much。 Tie a rope around your neck。 Tie the other end to a large rock。 Put the rock on the seat of a chair； then sit down with your back braced so you can't fall backward but have to keep sitting。 Tip the chair over and the rock rolls off。 Subject may live for three to five minutes in a deepening dream of asphyxiation。 Gray fades to black； hello darkness； my old friend。 He had read about that method in one of Jonesy's beloved Kinsey Milhone detective novels； of all places。 Detective novels and horror movies： those were the things that floated Jonesy's boat。
On the whole； Henry leaned toward the Hemingway Solution。
Pete finished his first beer and popped the top on his second； looking considerably more content。 'What'd you make of it？' Pete asked。
Henry felt called to from that other universe； the one where the living actually wanted to live。 As always these days； that made him feel impatient。 But it was important that none of them suspect； and he had an idea Jonesy already did； a little。 Beaver might； too。 They were the ones who could sometimes see inside。 Pete didn't have a clue； but he might say the wrong thing to one of the others； about how preoccupied ole Henry had gotten； like there was something on his mind； something heavy； and Henry didn't want that。 This was going to be the last trip to Hole in the Wall for the four of them； the old Kansas Street gang； the Crimson Pirates of the third and fourth grades； and he wanted it to be a good one。 He wanted them to be shocked when they heard； even Jonesy； who saw into him the most often and always had。 He wanted them to say they'd had no idea。 Better that than the three of them sitting around with their heads hung； not able to make eye contact with one another except in fleeting glances； thinking that they should have known； they had seen the signs and should have done something。 So he came back to that other universe； simulating interest smoothly and convincingly。 Who could do that better than a headshrinker？
'What did I make of what？'
Pete rolled his eyes。 'At Gosselin's； dimbulb！ All that stuff Old Man Gosselin was talking about。'
'Peter； they don't call him Old Man Gosselin for nothing。 He's eighty if he's a day； and if there's one thing old women and old men are not short on； it's hysteria。' The Scout … no spring chicken itself； fourteen years old and far into its second trip around the odometer popped out of the ruts and immediately skidded； four…wheel drive or not。 Henry steered into the skid； almost laughing when Pete dropped his beer onto the floor and yelled； 'Whoa … fuck； watch out！'
Henry let off on the gas until he felt the Scout start to straighten out； then zapped the go…pedal again； deliberately too fast and too hard。 The Scout went into another skid； this time widdershins to the first； and Pete yelled again。 Henry let up once more and the Scout thumped back into the ruts and once again ran smoothly； as if on rails。 One positive to deciding to end your life； it seemed； was no longer sweating the small stuff。 The lights cut through the white and shifting day； full of a billion dancing snowflakes； not one of them the same； if you believed the conventional wisdom。
Pete picked up his beer （only a little had spilled）； and patted his chest。 'Aren't you going a little fast？'
'Not even close；' Henry said； and then； as if the skid had never occurred （it had） or interrupted his train of thought （it hadn't）； he went on； 'Group hysteria is most mon in the very old and the very young。 It's a well…documented phenomenon in both my field and that of the sociology heathens who live next door。'
Henry glanced down and saw he was doing thirty…five； which was； in fact； a little fast for these conditions。 He slowed down。 'Better？'
Pete nodded。 'Don't get me wrong； you're a great driver； but man； it's snowing。 Also； we got the supplies。' He jerked his thumb back over his shoulder at the two bags and two boxes in the back seat。 'In addition to hot dogs； we got the last three boxes of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese。 Beaver can't live without that stuff； you know。'
'I know；' Henry said。 'I like it； too。 Remember those stories about devil…worship in Washington State； the ones that made the press in the mid…nineties？ They were traced back to several old people living with their children … grandchildren； in one case … in two small towns south of Seattle。 The mass reports of sexual abuse in daycare centers apparently began with teenage girls working as part…time aides crying wolf at the same time in Delaware and California。 Possibly coincidence； or possibly the time was simply ripe for such stories to gain credence and these girls caught a wave out of the air。'
How smoothly the words rolled out of his mouth； almost as if they mattered。 Henry talked； the man beside him listened with dumb admiration； and no one （certainly not Pete） could have surmised that he was thinking of the shotgun； the rope； the exhaust pipe； the pills。 His head was full of tape…loops； that was all。 And his tongue was the cassette player。
'In Salem；' Henry went on； 'the old men and the young girls bined their hysteria； and voilá； you have the Salem Witch Trials。'
'I saw that movie with Jonesy；' Pete said。 'Vincent Price was in it。 Scared the shit out of me。'
'I'm sure；' Henry said； and laughed。 For one wild moment he'd thought Pete was talking about The Crucible。 'And when are hysterical ideas most likely to gain credence？ Once the crops are in and the bad weather closes down； of course … then there's time for telling stories and making mischief In Wenatchee； Washington； it's devil…worship and child sacrifices in the woods。 In Salem it was witches。 And in the Jefferson Tract； home of the one and only Gosselin's Market； it's strange lights in the sky； missing hunters； and troop maneuvers。 Not to mention weird red stuff growing on the trees。'
'I don't know about the helicopters and the soldiers； but enough people have seen those lights so they're having a special town meeting。 Old Man Gosselin told me so while you were getting the canned stuff。 Also； those folks over Kineo way are really missing。 That ain't hysteria。'
'Four quick points；' Henry said。 'First； you can't have a town meeting in the Jefferson Tract because there's no town … even Kineo's just an unincorporated township with a name。 Second； the meeting will be held around Old Man Gosselin's Franklin stove and half those attending will be shot on peppermint schnapps or coffee brandy。'
Pete snickered。
'Third； what else have they got to do？ And fourth … this concerns the hunters … they probably either got tired of it and went home； or they all got drunk and decided to get r