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"
Ellie
has
known
where
babies
come
from
since
last
year
,
"
Louis
said
deliberately
.
"
We
got
her
the
Myers
book
and
talked
to
her
about
it
,
do
you
remember
that
?
We
both
agreed
that
children
ought
to
know
where
they
come
from
.
"
"
That
has
nothing
to
do
with
--
"
"
It
does
,
though
!
"
he
said
roughly
.
"
When
I
was
talking
to
her
in
my
office
,
about
Church
,
I
got
thinking
about
my
mother
and
how
she
spun
me
that
old
cabbage-leaf
story
when
I
asked
her
where
women
got
babies
.
I
've
never
forgotten
that
lie
.
I
do
n't
think
children
ever
forget
the
lies
their
parents
tell
them
.
"
"
Where
babies
come
from
has
nothing
to
do
with
a
goddam
pet
cemetery
!
"
Rachel
cried
at
him
,
and
what
her
eyes
said
to
him
was
Talk
about
the
parallels
all
night
and
all
day
,
if
you
want
to
,
Louis
;
talk
until
you
turn
blue
,
but
I
wo
n't
accept
it
.
Still
,
he
tried
.
"
She
knows
about
babies
;
that
place
up
in
the
woods
just
made
her
want
to
know
something
about
the
other
end
of
things
.
It
's
perfectly
natural
.
In
fact
,
I
think
it
's
the
most
natural
thing
in
the
w
--
"
"
Will
you
stop
saying
that
!
"
she
screamed
suddenly
--
really
screamed
--
and
Louis
recoiled
,
startled
.
His
elbow
struck
the
open
bag
of
flour
on
the
counter
.
It
tumbled
off
the
edge
and
struck
the
floor
,
splitting
open
.
Flour
puffed
up
in
a
dry
white
cloud
.
"
Oh
fuck
,
"
he
said
dismally
.
In
an
upstairs
room
,
Gage
began
to
cry
.
