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Ellie
turned
six
.
She
came
home
from
kindergarten
on
her
birthday
with
a
paper
hat
askew
on
her
head
,
several
pictures
friends
had
drawn
of
her
(
in
the
best
of
them
Ellie
looked
like
a
friendly
scarecrow
)
,
and
baleful
stories
about
spankings
in
the
schoolyard
during
recess
.
The
flu
epidemic
passed
.
They
had
to
send
two
students
to
the
EMMC
in
Bangor
,
and
Surrendra
Hardu
probably
saved
the
life
of
one
woefully
sick
freshman
boy
with
the
terrible
name
of
Peter
Humperton
,
who
went
into
convulsions
shortly
after
being
admitted
.
Rachel
developed
a
mild
infatuation
with
the
blond
bag
boy
at
the
A
&
P
in
Brewer
and
rhapsodized
to
Louis
at
night
about
how
packed
his
jeans
looked
.
"
It
's
probably
just
toilet
paper
,
"
she
added
.
"
Squeeze
it
sometime
,
"
Louis
suggested
.
"
If
he
screams
,
it
's
probably
not
.
"
Rachel
had
laughed
until
she
cried
.
The
blue
,
still
,
subzero
miniseason
of
February
passed
and
brought
on
the
alternating
rains
and
freezes
of
March
,
potholes
,
and
those
orange
roadside
signs
which
pay
homage
to
the
Great
God
BUMP
.
The
immediate
,
personal
,
and
most
agonizing
grief
of
Jud
Crandall
passed
,
that
grief
which
the
psychologists
say
begins
about
three
days
after
the
death
of
a
loved
one
and
holds
hard
from
four
to
six
weeks
in
most
cases
--
like
that
period
of
time
New
Englanders
sometimes
call
"
deep
winter
.
"
But
time
passes
,
and
time
welds
one
state
of
human
feeling
into
another
until
they
become
something
like
a
rainbow
Strong
grief
becomes
a
softer
,
more
mellow
grief
;
mellow
grief
becomes
mourning
;
mourning
at
last
becomes
remembrance
--
a
process
that
may
take
from
six
months
to
three
years
and
still
be
considered
normal
.
The
day
of
Gage
's
first
haircut
came
and
passed
,
and
when
Louis
saw
his
son
's
hair
growing
in
darker
,
he
joked
about
it
and
did
his
own
mourning
--
but
only
in
his
heart
.
Spring
came
,
and
it
stayed
awhile
.
Louis
Creed
came
to
believe
that
the
last
really
happy
day
of
his
life
was
March
24
,
1984
.
The
things
that
were
to
come
,
poised
above
them
like
a
killing
sashweight
,
were
still
over
seven
weeks
in
the
future
,
but
looking
over
those
seven
weeks
he
found
nothing
which
stood
out
with
the
same
color
.
He
supposed
that
even
if
none
of
those
terrible
things
had
happened
,
he
would
have
remembered
the
day
forever
.
Days
which
seem
genuinely
good
--
good
all
the
way
through
--
are
rare
enough
anyway
,
he
thought
.
It
might
be
that
there
was
less
than
a
month
of
really
good
ones
in
any
natural
man
's
life
in
the
best
of
circumstances
.
It
came
to
seem
to
Louis
that
God
,
in
His
infinite
wisdom
,
seemed
much
more
generous
when
it
came
to
doling
out
pain
.
That
day
was
a
Saturday
,
and
he
was
home
minding
Gage
in
the
afternoon
while
Rachel
and
Ellie
went
after
groceries
.
They
had
gone
with
Jud
in
his
old
and
rattling
"
59
IH
pickup
not
because
the
station
wagon
was
n't
running
but
because
the
old
man
genuinely
liked
their
company
.
Rachel
asked
Louis
if
he
would
be
okay
with
Gage
,
and
he
told
her
that
of
course
he
would
.
He
was
glad
to
see
her
get
out
;
after
a
winter
in
Maine
most
of
it
in
Ludlow
,
he
thought
that
she
needed
all
the
getting
out
she
could
lay
her
hands
on
.
She
had
been
an
unremittingly
good
sport
about
it
,
but
she
did
seem
to
him
to
be
getting
a
little
stir
crazy
.
Gage
got
up
from
his
nap
around
two
o'clock
,
scratchy
and
out
of
sorts
.
He
had
discovered
the
Terrible
Twos
and
made
them
his
own
.
Louis
tried
several
ineffectual
gambits
to
amuse
the
kid
,
and
Gage
turned
them
all
down
.
To
make
matters
worse
,
the
rotten
kid
had
an
enormous
bowel
movement
,
the
artistic
quality
of
which
was
not
improved
for
Louis
when
he
saw
a
blue
marble
sitting
in
the
middle
of
it
.
It
was
one
of
Ellie
's
marbles
.
The
kid
could
have
choked
.
He
decided
the
marbles
were
going
to
go
--
everything
Gage
got
hold
of
went
right
to
his
mouth
--
but
that
decision
,
while
undoubtedly
laudable
,
did
n't
do
a
thing
about
keeping
the
kid
amused
until
his
mother
got
back
.
Louis
listened
to
the
early
spring
wind
gust
around
the
house
,
sending
big
blinkers
of
light
and
shadow
across
Mrs.
Vinton
's
field
next
door
,
and
he
suddenly
thought
of
the
Vulture
he
had
bought
on
a
whim
five
or
six
weeks
before
,
while
on
his
way
home
from
the
university
.
Had
he
bought
twine
as
well
?
He
had
,
by
God
!
"
Gage
!
"
he
said
.
Gage
had
found
a
green
Crayola
under
the
couch
and
was
currently
scribbling
in
one
of
Ellie
's
favorite
books
--
something
else
to
feed
the
fires
of
sibling
rivalry
,
Louis
thought
and
grinned
.
If
Ellie
got
really
pissy
about
the
scribbles
Gage
had
managed
to
put
in
Where
the
Wild
Things
Are
before
Louis
could
get
it
away
from
him
,
Louis
would
simply
mention
the
unique
treasure
he
had
uncovered
in
Gage
's
Pampers
.
"
What
!
"
Gage
responded
smartly
.
He
was
talking
pretty
well
now
;
Louis
had
decided
the
kid
might
actually
be
half-bright
.
