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Stephen
King
Joe
Hill
In the Tall Grass
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Stephen
King
Joe
Hill
calibre 0.8.64
16.10.2012
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CONTENTS
In the Tall Grass
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IN THE TALL GRASS
He wanted quiet for a while instead of the radio, so you could say what happened was his fault. She wanted fresh air instead of the AC for a while, so you could say it was hers. But since they never would have heard the kid without both of those things, you’d really have to say it was a combination, which made it perfect Cal-and-Becky, because they had run in tandem all their lives. Cal and Becky DeMuth, born nineteen months apart. Their parents called them the Irish Twins.
“Becky picks up the phone and Cal says hello,” Mr. DeMuth liked to say.
“Cal thinks party and Becky’s already written out the guest list,” Mrs. DeMuth liked to say.
Never a cross word between them, even when Becky, at the time a dorm-dwelling freshman, showed up at Cal’s off-campus apartment one day to announce she was pregnant. Cal took it well. Their folks?
Not quite so sanguine.
The off-campus apartment was in Durham, because Cal chose UNH. When Becky (at that point unpregnant, if not necessarily a virgin) made the same college choice two years later, you could have cut the lack of surprise and spread it on bread.
“At least he won’t have to come home every damn weekend to hang out with her,” Mrs. DeMuth said.
“Maybe we’ll get some peace around here,” Mr. DeMuth said. “After twenty years, give or take, all that togetherness gets a little tiresome.”
Of course they didn’t do
everything
together, because Cal sure as hell wasn’t responsible for the bun in his sister’s oven. And it had been solely Becky’s idea to ask Uncle Jim and Aunt Anne if she could live with them for a while—just until the baby came. To the senior DeMuths, who were stunned and bemused by this turn of events, it seemed as reasonable a course as any. And when Cal suggested he also