Chapter 27 Twenty-seven

Louis didn't realize he was drunk until he was back in the family's garage. Outside the garage, the starlight is dim, and the shadow of the moon is blurred. The light is so dim that no shadow can be seen, but objects can still be seen.After Louis walked into the garage, his eyes were completely dark.There was a flashlight in the garage, but Louis couldn't remember where.He fumbled forward slowly, his footsteps faltered, he was dizzy, thinking that his legs might touch something and get cut or he would step on a toy and fall, fearing that the large toys of his daughter and son would fall on him .

where is the kittenDid he keep it in the house? Somehow he strayed, hit the wall, got a thorn in his hand, and he cursed at Kong, "Damn!" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that he was more scared than mad with anger.The whole garage seemed to be turned upside down, and now he not only didn't know where the flashlight was, but he didn't know where anything was, not even the door leading to the kitchen. He began to move forward slowly again, the palm of his hand seemed to be stung, he thought, this is probably what blind people look like.It reminded him of a blind Wandall concert he and Rachel went to, when was that? 6 years ago?It seems impossible, but it was 6 years ago.She was pregnant with Ellie, and two of the lads led Wangdel to the synthesizer, leading him around the snake-like wires on the stage so he wouldn't trip.Later, he got up and danced with a singer who carefully led him into the open space on the dance floor, and Louis remembers thinking he was doing well.He dances well, but needs someone to guide him where he can perform.

He thought, if only a hand could lead me to the door of the kitchen now. ...Suddenly he trembled. How he would have screamed if a hand had reached out in the dark and pulled him—screamed, screamed, screamed. He stopped, his heart pounding.He said to himself: It's all right, don't think about it, it's all right, it's all right— Where is that damn cat? Then he did bump into something, the rear bumper of the station wagon, and the pain radiated from his scratched calf all over his body, bringing tears to his eyes.He grabbed his leg and rubbed it, standing on one leg like a heron.But at least he knew where he was now, he had the layout of the garage in his head again, and his dark-adapted vision was back, all purple.He remembered now that he had put the cat in the house because he didn't want to touch it, didn't want to pick it up and let it out—

That's when Louis felt Church's warm, furry body swirl against his ankles, and then the cat's damn tail coiled around his calf like a desperately coiled snake.Louis really screamed this time, screaming with his mouth open.