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"
And
what
's
wrong
with
Eileen
?
"
"
It
's
not
Eileen
,
"
Rachel
said
.
"
It
's
Louis
,
I
think
.
Something
is
wrong
with
Louis
.
Or
something
is
going
to
be
wrong
.
Sit
with
Ellie
,
Mom
.
I
want
to
call
home
.
"
She
got
up
and
crossed
to
the
telephones
,
digging
in
her
purse
for
a
quarter
.
She
made
the
call
collect
,
but
there
was
no
one
to
accept
the
charges
.
The
phone
simply
rang
.
"
Will
you
try
your
call
later
?
"
the
operator
asked
her
.
"
Yes
,
"
Rachel
said
and
hung
up
.
She
stood
there
,
staring
at
the
phone
.
He
said
that
he
was
sent
to
warn
but
that
he
could
n't
interfere
.
He
said
that
he
was
...
that
he
was
near
Daddy
because
they
were
together
when
his
soul
was
dis
--
dis
--
I
ca
n't
remember
!
"
Discorporated
,
"
Rachel
whispered
.
Her
fingers
dug
at
the
fabric
of
her
handbag
.
"
Oh
my
God
,
was
that
the
word
?
"
She
tried
to
catch
at
her
thoughts
,
to
arrange
them
.
Was
something
going
on
here
,
something
beyond
their
natural
upset
at
Gage
's
death
and
this
queer
cross-country
trip
that
was
so
much
like
flight
?
How
much
had
Ellie
known
about
the
young
man
who
had
died
on
Louis
's
first
day
at
work
?
Nothing
,
her
mind
answered
inexorably
.
You
kept
it
from
her
,
the
way
you
tried
to
keep
anything
from
her
that
had
to
do
with
death
--
even
the
possible
death
of
her
cat
,
remember
the
dumb
,
stupid
argument
we
had
that
day
in
the
pantry
?
You
kept
it
from
her
.
Because
you
were
scared
then
and
you
're
scared
now
.
