Chapter 40 forty

That night, Louis dreamed that nothing happened.No roaring Orinco trucks, no nearly grabbing Gage's clothes, no Rachel's distraught look afterwards, no Elle sitting in Gage's chair with a picture There was no scene of a scuffle with his father-in-law, and no horrible stories about Dim from Chad. All Louis remembered was that just as Gage was about to run into the road, he jumped forward, dragged his son back, and fell to the ground with a bloody nose.After a while, Rachel also caught up and yelled at Gage: "Gage, never run on the road again! Never again! Never again! The road is too bad, too bad!" The family Weeping together in joy and surprise.Louis thought that if the son was really killed, the wife would go crazy.

But Gage wasn't dead, that was just a horrible vision Louis had had on a sunny afternoon in May.Gage grew up, went to grammar school, started camping at the age of seven, and showed a talent for swimming. By 10 he had been away from home for a summer at Boy Scout camp, by 11 he had won awards, he had grown taller, but was still cute.He won the title of outstanding student in high school and was also a member of the school swimming team.By the age of 17, Gage claimed to be converting to Catholicism. Louis was not surprised, but Rachel was somewhat frustrated. She believed that her son's conversion was influenced by the girl he was dating.Rachel thinks her son will start a family soon.By the time Gage is 40, there may be nine or 10 young Catholics in his family.

Louis sees his son differently than Rachel does.He believed that although Gage had converted, he did not marry the girl.He went on to school, attended Johns Hopkins University, and competed in Olympic swimming.Sixteen years after Louis sprinted to save his son, he and his wife saw him win a gold medal for the United States.While news reporters were busy taking pictures of him, Gage looked calmly at the flag with wide eyes when the American national anthem was played.He wears a shiny medal around his neck.Louis cried with emotion, and both he and Rachel cried. He turned and hugged his wife, and said hoarsely, "I think that sums up everything." But his wife looked at him in horror, her face seemed to have aged a lot, and the national anthem faded away.Louis looked back to see another boy on the TV, a curly-haired black kid whose dewdrops were still shining.

That sums it all up. his hat. in his hat... Oh god, there's blood in his hat. Louis woke up at 7 o'clock, it was raining and cold.He clutched his pillow tightly.His head was pounding like his heart, and the pain came and went.He burped, and a stream of sour water came up, making his stomach uncomfortable.He had been crying and the pillow was soaked with tears.He thought, even in his dream, that he knew the truth, and wept for it. He got up, heart beating violently, pounding against his chest, from the hangover.He staggered into the toilet and vomited as soon as he got to the toilet.He closed his eyes, knelt on the ground and vomited endlessly, until finally he felt that he could really stand up, then stood up, pulled the valve handle, and flushed the toilet.He went to the mirror to see if his eyes were bloodshot.But there was a cloth over the glass mirror, and Louis remembered that Rachel had covered all the mirrors in the house with cloth.

No Olympic swimming, Louis thought as he walked back to his bed and sat down.With that sour taste in his mouth and throat, he vowed never to drink beer again, not for the first time, nor for the last.No Olympic swimming, no good grades in college, no Catholic girlfriend or conversion, nothing.What's more, the child's shoes were all off, the pants were dragged inside out by the car, the son's strong and lovely body was almost torn into pieces, and his hat was full of blood. Now, sitting on the bed, in this hangover, listening to the rain beating on the window outside, Louis could no longer hold back the grief that made him forget everything.He covered his face with his hands, shook his body back and forth, and burst into tears.He cried and thought, if there is another chance to let his son survive, let him do anything, do anything.