Shane gave his tie a vicious tug and went down to dinner. We're both waiting to see if our cancer comes back. Ramsey pitched, and ran to strengthen his legs, and then sat in the dugout with Shane and the others, and watched the team. The doctor looked to see what was inside. A pathetic tide ebbing away from a burning city. A cat, too, drifted by. Shane came from the corridor and opened his locker, directly across the aisle, and began undressing in tight-lipped silence. There was cancer inside. Purple spots appeared all over his body, and he died. The body left to rot becomes prey to hundreds of crows. And on and on, until they reached another river. There is no cure for them. It begins to rain, huge drops the size of marbles. He had no illusions about his job with the Quakers: Berglund was touched for three singles and a run in the fourth, but Galliant singled home two more for the Quakers in their half, and Ramsey watched them run out to start the fifth, talking it up and slapping their gloves harshly. I wanted to tell them that kids don't always die. We're not scared of heaven; we've just never been there. Everything Is Illuminated. His own workouts seemed useless and unimportant. Don't wash the X's off your head till they're done.