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"
It
's
guilt
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
Yes
,
I
suppose
And
you
wo
n't
be
mad
at
me
if
I
'm
sick
when
they
bury
Norma
?
"
"
No
,
honey
,
I
wo
n't
be
mad
.
"
He
paused
and
then
took
her
hand
.
"
May
I
take
Ellie
?
"
Her
hand
tightened
in
his
.
"
Oh
Louis
,
I
do
n't
know
,
"
she
said
.
"
She
's
so
young
--
"
"
She
's
known
where
babies
come
from
for
a
year
or
more
,
"
he
reminded
her
again
.
She
was
quiet
for
a
long
time
,
looking
up
at
the
ceiling
and
biting
her
lips
.
"
If
you
think
it
's
best
,
"
she
said
finally
.
"
If
you
think
it
wo
n't
...
wo
n't
hurt
her
.
"
"
Come
over
here
,
Rachel
,
"
he
said
,
and
that
night
they
slept
back-to-stomach
in
Louis
's
bed
,
and
when
she
woke
up
trembling
in
the
middle
of
the
night
,
the
Valium
worn
off
,
he
soothed
her
with
his
hands
and
whispered
in
her
ear
that
everything
was
okay
,
and
she
slept
again
.
"
For
man
--
and
woman
--
is
like
the
flowers
in
the
valley
,
which
bloom
today
and
are
tomorrow
cast
into
the
oven
:
the
time
of
man
is
but
a
season
;
it
cometh
,
and
so
it
passeth
away
.
Let
us
pray
.
"
Ellie
,
resplendent
in
a
navy
blue
dress
bought
especially
for
the
occasion
,
dropped
her
head
so
abruptly
that
Louis
,
sitting
next
to
her
in
the
pew
,
heard
her
neck
creak
.
Ellie
had
been
in
few
churches
,
and
of
course
it
was
her
first
funeral
;
the
combination
had
awed
her
to
unaccustomed
silence
.
