"It's going to be, honey," he said.
"Hooray!" she shouted, almost taking his ear off. And Louis, who could sometimes become very irritated with Ellie, decided he didn't care if he ever clapped an eye on Disney World in Orlando.
He parked in front of the shed and turned off the wagon's motor.
The engine ticked. In the silence, which seemed very big after Chicago and the bustle of State Street and the Loop, a bird sang sweetly in the late afternoon.
"Home," Rachel said softly, still looking at the house.
"Home," Gage said complacently on her lap.
Louis and Rachel stared at each other. In the rearview mirror, Eileen's eyes widened.
"Did you-"
"Did he-"
"Was that-"
They all spoke together, then all laughed together. Gage took no notice; he only continued to suck his thumb. He had been saying "Ma" for almost a month now and had taken a stab or two at something that might have been "Daaa" or only wishful thinking on Louis's part.
But this, either by accident of imitation, had been a real Word Home.
Louis plucked Gage from his wife's lap and hugged him.
That was how they came to Ludlow.
2
In Louis Creed's memory that one moment always held a magical quality-partly, perhaps, because it really was magical, but mostly because the rest of the evening was so wild. In the next three hours, neither peace nor magic made an appearance.
Louis had stored the house keys away neatly (he was a neat and methodical man, was Louis Creed) in a small manila envelope which he had labeled "Ludlow House-keys received June 29." He had put the keys away in the Fairlane's glove compartment. He was absolutely sure of that. Now they weren't there.
While he hunted for them, growing increasingly irritated, Rachel hoisted Gage onto her hip and followed Eileen over to the tree in the field. He was checking under the seats for the third time when his daughter screamed and then began to cry.
"Louis!" Rachel called. "She's cut herself!"
Eileen had fallen from the tire swing and hit a rock with her knee. The cut was shallow, but she was screaming like someone who had just lost a leg, Louis thought (a bit ungenerously). He glanced at the house across the road, where a light burned in the living room.
"All right, Ellie," he said. "That's enough. Those people over there will think someone's being murdered."
"But it hurrrrts!"
Louis struggled with his temper and went silently back to the wagon. The keys were gone, but the first-aid kit was still in the glove compartment. He got it and came back. When Ellie saw it, she began to scream louder than ever.
"No! Not the stingy stuff I don't want the stingy stuff Daddy! No-"
"Eileen, it's just Mercurochrome, and it doesn't sting-"
"Be a big girl," Rachel said. "It's just-"
"No-no-no-no-no-"
"You want to stop that or your ass will sting," Louis said.
"She's tired, Lou," Rachel said quietly.
"Yeah, I know the feeling. Hold her leg out."
Rachel put Gage down and held Eileen's leg, which Louis painted with Mercurochrome in spite of her increasingly hysterical wails.
"Someone just came out on the porch of that house across the street," Rachel said. She picked Gage up. He had started to crawl away through the grass.
"Wonderful," Louis muttered.
"Lou, she's-"
"Tired, I know." He capped the Mercurochrome and looked grimly at his daughter.
"There. And it really didn't hurt a bit. Fess up, Ellie.
"it does! It does hurt! It hurrrr-"
His hand itched to slap her and he grabbed his leg hard.
"Did you find the keys?" Rachel asked.
"Not yet," Louis said, snapping the first-aid kit closed and getting up. "I'll-"
Gage began to scream. He was not fussing or crying but really screaming, writhing in Rachel's arms.
"What's wrong with him?" Rachel cried, thrusting him almost blindly at Louis. It was, he supposed, one of the advantages of having married a doctor-you could shove the kid at your husband whenever the kid seemed to be dying. "Louis!
What's-"
The baby was grabbing frantically at his neck, screaming wildly. Louis flipped him over and saw an angry white knob rising on the side of Gage's neck. And there was also something on the. strap of his jumper, something fuzzy, squirming weakly.
Eileen, who had become quieter, began to scream again, "Bee! Bee! BEEEEEE!" She jumped back, tripped over the same protruding rock on which she had already come a cropper, sat down hard, and began to cry again in mingled pain, surprise, and fear.
I'm going crazy, Louis thought wonderingly. Wheeeeee! "Do something, Louis!
Can't you do something?"
"Got to get the stinger out," a voice behind them drawled. That's the ticket.