He read on:
Cape Canaveral, Tuesday: The U.S. Navy today abandoned a second attempt to launch its space rocket, Vanguard, after multiple technical problems.
The decision comes two months after the first Vanguard launch ended in humiliating disaster when the rocket exploded turn seconds after ignition.
American hopes of launching a space satellite to rival the Soviet Sputnik now rest with the Army's rival Jupiter missile.
The piano sounded a strident chord, and Luke looked up. Mrs Lonegan was playing the introductory , ;
notes of a familiar hymn. She and her husband began to sing 'What a Friend We Have in Jesus', and Luke joined in, pleased he could remember it
Bourbon had a strange effect, he thought. He could do the crossword and sing a hymn from memory, but he did not know his mother's name. Perhaps he had been drinking for years, and had damaged his brain. He wondered how he could have let such a thing happen. -
After the hymn, Pastor Lonegan read some Bible verses, then told them all that they could be saved. Here was a group that really needed saving, Luke thought. All the same, he was not tempted to put his faith in Jesus. First he needed to find out who he was.
The pastor extemporized a prayer, they sing grace, then the men lined up and Mrs Lonegan served them hot oatmeal with syrup. Luke ate three bowls. Afterwards, he felt much better. His hangover was receding fast.
Impatient to resume his questions, he approached the pastor. 'Sir, have you seen me here before? I've lost my memory.'
Lonegan looked hard at him, "You know, I don't believe I have. But I meet hundreds of people every week, and I could be mistaken. How old are you?'
'I don't know,' Luke said, feeling foolish.
'Late thirties, I'd say. You haven't been living rough Very long. It takes its toll on a man. But you walk with a spring in your step, your skin is clear under the dirt, and you're still alert enough to do a crossword puzzle. Quit drinking now, and you could lead a normal life again.' ;
Luke wondered how many times the pastor had said that 'I'm going to try,' he promised.
'If you need help, just ask.' A young man who appeared to be mentally handicapped was persistently patting Lonegan's arm, and he turned to him with a patient smile.
Luke spoke to Pete. 'How long have you known me?'
'I don't know, you been around a while.'
'Where did we spend the night before last?'
'Relax, will you? Your memory will come back sooner or Inter.'
'I ha"e to find out where I'm from.'
Bete hesitated. 'What we need is a beer,' he said. 'Help us think straight.' He turned for the door.
Luke grabbed his arm. 'I don't want a beer,' he said decisively. Pete did not want him to dig into his past, it seemed. Perhaps he was afraid of losing a companion. Well, that was too bad. Luke had more important things to do than keep Pete company. 'In fact,' he said, 'I think I'd like to be alone for a while.'
'What are you, Greta Garbo?'
'I'm serious.'
"You need me to look out for you. You can'trmake it on your own. Hell, you can't even remember how old you are.'
Pete had a desperate look in his eyes, but Luke was unmoved. 'I appreciate your concern, but you're not helping me find out who I am.'
After a moment Pete shrugged. "You got a right' He turned to the door again. 'See you around, maybe.'
'Maybe.'
Pete went out. Luke shook Pastor Lonegan's hand. 'Thank you for everything,' he said.
'I hope you find what you're looking for,' said the pastor.
Luke went up the stairs and out into the street. Pete was on the next block, speaking to a man in a green gaberdine raincoat with a matching cap - begging the price of a beer, Luke guessed. He walked in the opposite direction and turned around the first corner.
It was still dark, Luke's feet were cold, and he realized he was not wearing socks under his boots. As he hurried on, a light flurry of snow fell. After a few minutes, he eased his pace. He had no reason to rush. It made no difference whether he walked fast or slow. He stopped, and took shelter in a doorway. ,
He had nowhere to go.
6 A.M.
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