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"
Was
that
--
"
They
all
spoke
together
,
then
all
laughed
together
.
Gage
took
no
notice
;
he
only
continued
to
suck
his
thumb
.
He
had
been
saying
"
Ma
"
for
almost
a
month
now
and
had
taken
a
stab
or
two
at
something
that
might
have
been
"
Daaa
"
or
only
wishful
thinking
on
Louis
's
part
.
But
this
,
either
by
accident
or
imitation
,
had
been
a
real
word
.
Home
.
Louis
plucked
Gage
from
his
wife
's
lap
and
hugged
him
.
That
was
how
they
came
to
Ludlow
.
In
Louis
Creed
's
memory
that
one
moment
always
held
a
magical
quality
--
partly
,
perhaps
,
because
it
really
was
magical
,
but
mostly
because
the
rest
of
the
evening
was
so
wild
.
In
the
next
three
hours
,
neither
peace
nor
magic
made
an
appearance
.
Louis
had
stored
the
house
keys
away
neatly
(
he
was
a
neat
and
methodical
man
,
was
Louis
Creed
)
in
a
small
manila
envelope
which
he
had
labeled
"
Ludlow
House
--
keys
received
June
29
.
"
He
had
put
the
keys
away
in
the
Fairlane
's
glove
compartment
.
He
was
absolutely
sure
of
that
.
Now
they
were
n't
there
.
While
he
hunted
for
them
,
growing
increasingly
irritated
,
Rachel
hoisted
Gage
onto
her
hip
and
followed
Eileen
over
to
the
tree
in
the
field
.
He
was
checking
under
the
seats
for
the
third
time
when
his
daughter
screamed
and
then
began
to
cry
.
"
Louis
!
"
Rachel
called
.
"
She
's
cut
herself
.
"
Eileen
had
fallen
from
the
tire
swing
and
hit
a
rock
with
her
knee
.
The
cut
was
shallow
,
but
she
was
screaming
like
someone
who
had
just
lost
a
leg
,
Louis
thought
(
a
bit
ungenerously
)
.
He
glanced
at
the
house
across
the
road
,
where
a
light
burned
in
the
living
room
.
