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Comentario
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Louis Creed, who had lost his father at three and who had never
known a grandfather, never expected to find a father as he entered
his middle age, but that was exactly what happened . . . although
he called this man a friend, as a grown man must do. when he finds
the man who should have been his father relatively late in life. He
met this man on the evening he and his wife and his two children
moved into the big white frame house in Ludlow. Winston
Churchill moved in with them. Church was his daughter Eileen’s
cat.
The search committee at the university had moved slowly, the hunt
for a house within commuting distance of the university had been
hair-raising, and by the time they neared the place where he
believed the house to be—all the landmarks are right . . . like the
astrological signs the night before Caesar was assassinated, Louis
thought morbidly—they were all tired and tense and on edge. Gage
was cutting teeth and fussed almost ceaselessly. He would not
sleep, no matter how much Rachel sang to him. She offered him
the breast even though it was off his schedule. Gage knew his
dining schedule as well as she—better, maybe—and he promptly
bit her with his new teeth. Rachel, still not entirely sure about this
move to Maine from Chicago, where she had lived her whole life,
burst into tears. Eileen promptly joined her. In the back of the
station wagon, Church continued to pace restlessly as he had done
for the last three days it had taken them to drive here from
Chicago. His yowling from the cat kennel had been bad, but his
restless pacing after they finally gave up and set him free in the car
had been almost as unnerving
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