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"
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
followed
the
directions
on
that
fucking
bug
bomb
.
We
’
re
going
to
sue
them
.
The
damn
thing
was
defective
.
Had
to
have
been
.
How
else
can
you
explain
this
?
"
"
Oh
,
"
she
said
in
a
small
voice
.
He
took
four
pictures
,
pulling
out
each
covered
print
for
Wendy
to
time
on
the
small
locket
watch
she
wore
around
her
neck
.
Danny
,
fascinated
with
the
idea
that
his
stung
hand
might
be
worth
thousands
and
thousands
of
dollars
,
began
to
lose
some
of
his
fright
and
take
an
active
interest
.
The
hand
throbbed
dully
,
and
he
had
a
small
headache
.
When
Jack
had
put
the
camera
away
and
spread
the
prints
out
on
top
of
the
dresser
to
dry
,
Wendy
said
:
"
Should
we
take
him
to
the
doctor
tonight
?
"
"
Not
unless
he
’
s
really
in
pain
,
"
Jack
said
.
"
If
a
person
has
a
strong
allergy
to
wasp
venom
,
it
hits
within
thirty
seconds
.
"
"
Hits
?
What
do
you
-
"
"
A
coma
.
Or
convulsions
.
"
"
Oh
.
Oh
my
Jesus
.
"
She
cupped
her
hands
over
her
elbows
and
hugged
herself
,
looking
pale
and
wan
.
"
How
do
you
feel
,
son
?
Think
you
could
sleep
?
"
