And speaking of breakfast, I skipped mine that morning. And the other day when 1 opened the door, Ellie, he had a mouse-or what was left of it. I just kind of sweep at him with it and he goes. 1 put him out with a broom at night because I don't like to touch him. He lies around the house all day long and looks at me with those strange, muddy eyes-as if he'd seen something that had blasted away most of whatever intelligence a cat has. When I had that dream, I was sure he was dead." "Oh," Ellie said, and that furrow between her eyes smoothed out. He pulled him up into the crook of his arm and hugged them both. "Hi, hon," he said and bent over to catch Gage. "Chili" Ellie screamed in Louis's ear, transported with delight and excitement. "I got him changed in the toilet," she said. Then Ellie hurtled into him and shinnied up him like a tree. Louis had time to notice that Gage was wearing a jumper he had never seen before-it looked like more of Grandda's work to Louis. "Dweems" He gave Louis's hair a hearty tug. "Why, Church is fine, honey," Louis said slowly. Rachel was carrying Gage in her arms, and he saw Louis when Ellie shouted. Louis bent between his two kids and planted a kiss on her mouth. Louis was a little embarrassed by her ardor, but he felt a large, stupid grin spreading across his own face just the same. She ran up the jet way toward him, weaving in and out between deplaning passengers like a quarterback on a keeper play. Apparently Gage thought pretty was the code word for I've got to throw up now, so sorry, stand clear. This time he whoopsed all over Louis, who had put on a new pair of double-knit slacks for the plane-meeting occasion. They had gotten as far as the station wagon in the parking lot when Gage began saying "Pretty, pretty," in a strange, hiccupping voice. "She woke up screaming over the weekend," Rachel said quietly. "Let's get your suitcases and blow this joint. "Chiwwi" Gage screamed in Louis's other ear, which at least equalized the ringing on," Louis said. "Hi, Daddy" she bellowed and smacked his cheek heartily.
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