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"
No
,
"
Ellie
whispered
.
"
Mommy
,
I
'm
scared
.
Are
n't
you
scared
?
"
"
Huh-uh
,
"
Rachel
said
,
with
a
brisk
little
shake
of
her
head
and
a
smile
--
but
she
was
,
she
was
scared
;
and
that
name
,
Paxcow
,
haunted
her
with
its
familiarity
.
She
felt
she
had
heard
it
in
some
dreadful
context
months
or
even
years
ago
,
and
that
nervy
feeling
would
not
leave
her
.
She
felt
something
--
something
pregnant
,
swollen
,
and
waiting
to
burst
.
Something
terrible
that
needed
to
be
averted
.
But
what
?
What
?
"
I
'm
sure
everything
is
fine
,
"
she
told
Ellie
.
"
Want
to
go
back
to
Grandma
and
Grandda
?
"
"
I
guess
so
,
"
Ellie
said
listlessly
.
A
Puerto
Rican
woman
led
her
very
young
son
into
the
ladies
'
,
scolding
him
.
A
large
wet
stain
had
spread
on
the
crotch
of
the
little
boy
's
Bermudas
and
Rachel
found
herself
reminded
of
Gage
with
a
kind
of
paralyzing
poignancy
.
This
fresh
sorrow
was
like
novocaine
,
smothering
her
jitters
.
"
Come
on
,
"
she
said
.
"
We
'll
call
Daddy
from
Grandda
's
house
.
"
"
He
was
wearing
shorts
,
"
Ellie
said
suddenly
,
looking
back
at
the
little
boy
.
"
Who
was
,
honey
?
"
