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"
Ellie
,
that
's
vulgar
.
"
"
Sorry
.
"
She
gave
him
that
strange
,
fey
look
and
then
drifted
off
to
look
at
the
racks
of
kid
books
--
Mercer
Meyer
and
Maurice
Sendak
and
Richard
Scarry
and
Beatrix
Potter
and
that
famous
old
standby
,
Dr.
Seuss
.
How
do
they
find
this
stuff
out
?
Or
do
they
just
know
?
How
much
does
Ellie
know
?
How
's
it
affecting
her
?
Ellie
,
what
's
behind
that
pale
little
face
?
Pissed
off
at
him
--
Christ
!
"
Can
I
have
these
,
Daddy
?
"
She
was
holding
out
a
Dr.
Seuss
and
a
book
Louis
had
n't
seen
since
his
own
childhood
--
the
story
of
Little
Black
Sambo
and
how
the
tigers
had
gotten
his
clothes
one
fine
day
.
I
thought
they
'd
made
that
one
an
unbook
,
Louis
thought
,
bemused
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
,
and
they
stood
in
a
short
line
at
the
cash
register
.
"
Your
grandda
and
I
like
each
other
fine
,
"
he
said
and
thought
again
of
his
mother
's
story
of
how
when
a
woman
really
wanted
a
baby
,
she
"
found
"
one
.
He
remembered
his
own
foolish
promises
to
himself
that
he
would
never
lie
to
his
own
children
.
Over
the
last
few
days
he
had
developed
into
quite
a
promising
liar
,
he
felt
,
but
he
would
not
let
himself
think
about
it
now
.
"
Oh
,
"
she
said
and
fell
silent
.
The
silence
made
him
uneasy
.
To
break
it
he
said
,
"
So
do
you
think
you
'll
have
a
good
time
in
Chicago
?
"
"
No
.
"
