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"
Does
he
?
"
Louis
asked
,
his
voice
carefully
neutral
.
"
Yes
!
"
Ellie
said
,
distressed
.
"
Yes
,
he
does
!
He
never
smelled
funny
before
!
He
smells
like
...
he
smells
like
ka-ka
!
"
"
Well
,
maybe
he
rolled
in
something
bad
,
honey
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
Whatever
that
bad
smell
is
,
he
'll
lose
it
.
"
"
I
certainly
hope
so
,
"
Ellie
said
in
a
comical
dowager
's
voice
.
She
walked
off
.
Louis
found
the
last
fork
,
washed
it
,
and
pulled
the
plug
.
He
stood
at
the
sink
,
looking
out
into
the
night
while
the
soapy
water
ran
down
the
drain
with
a
thick
chuckling
sound
.
When
the
sound
from
the
drain
was
gone
he
could
hear
the
wind
outside
,
thin
and
wild
,
coming
from
the
north
,
bringing
down
winter
,
and
he
realized
he
was
afraid
,
simply
,
stupidly
afraid
,
the
way
you
are
afraid
when
a
cloud
suddenly
sails
across
the
sun
and
somewhere
you
hear
a
ticking
sound
you
ca
n't
account
for
.
"
A
hundred
and
three
!
"
Rachel
asked
.
"
Jesus
,
Lou
!
Are
you
sure
?
"
"
It
's
a
virus
,
"
Louis
said
.
He
tried
not
to
let
Rachel
's
voice
,
which
seemed
almost
accusatory
,
grate
on
him
.
She
was
tired
.
It
had
been
a
long
day
for
her
;
she
had
crossed
half
the
country
with
her
kids
today
.
Here
it
was
eleven
o'clock
,
and
the
day
was
n't
over
yet
.
Ellie
was
deeply
asleep
in
her
room
.
Gage
was
on
their
bed
in
a
state
that
could
best
be
described
as
semiconscious
.
Louis
had
started
him
on
Liquiprin
an
hour
ago
.
"
The
aspirin
will
bring
his
fever
down
by
morning
,
hon.
"
"
Are
n't
you
going
to
give
him
ampicillin
or
anything
?
"
