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"
Oh
boy
,
"
she
said
scornfully
,
turning
away
--
but
not
before
he
had
seen
a
wounded
flicker
in
her
eyes
.
"
That
's
really
intelligent
.
Really
intelligent
.
You
never
change
,
Louis
.
When
something
is
n't
going
right
,
blame
Rachel
,
right
?
Rachel
's
just
having
one
of
her
weird
emotional
reactions
.
"
"
That
's
not
fair
.
"
"
No
?
"
She
took
the
bowl
of
cake
batter
over
to
the
far
counter
by
the
stove
and
set
it
down
with
another
bang
.
She
began
to
grease
a
cake
tin
,
her
lips
pressed
tightly
together
.
He
said
patiently
,
"
There
's
nothing
wrong
with
a
child
finding
out
something
about
death
,
Rachel
.
In
fact
,
I
'd
call
it
a
necessary
thing
.
Ellie
's
reaction
--
her
crying
--
that
seemed
perfectly
natural
to
me
.
It
--
"
"
Oh
,
it
sounded
natural
,
"
Rachel
said
,
whirling
on
him
again
.
"
It
sounded
very
natural
to
hear
her
weeping
her
heart
out
over
her
cat
which
is
perfectly
fine
--
"
"
Stop
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
're
not
making
any
sense
.
"
"
I
do
n't
want
to
discuss
it
anymore
.
"
"
Yes
,
but
we
're
going
to
,
"
he
said
,
angry
himself
now
.
"
You
had
your
at-bats
--
how
about
giving
me
mine
?
"
"
She
's
not
going
up
there
anymore
.
And
as
far
as
I
'm
concerned
,
the
subject
is
closed
.
"
