three or four times, With that out of the way, she shook herself and looked up at Ralph and Lois. She yapped at them once, a short, brisk sound. To Ralph it sounded as if she were telling them to quit worrying. Then she turned and made off through a little grove of pine trees toward the park's lower entrance. Before Ralph lost sight of her, she had achieved the limping yet insouciant trot which was her trademark. The hum leg was no better than it had been before Doc #3's interference, but it seemed no worse. Clearly old but seemingly a long way from dead (just like the rest of the Harris Avenue Old Crocks, Ralph thought), she disappeared into the trees.
"I thought that thing was going to kill her," Lois said. "In fact, I thought it had killed her."
"Me too," Ralph said.
"Ralph, did all that really happen? It did, didn't it?"
"Yes."
"The balloon-strings... do you think they're lifelines?"
He nodded slowly. "Yes. Like umbilical cords. And Rosalie.
He thought back to his first real experience with the auras, of how he'd stood outside the Rite Aid with his back to the blue mailbox and his jaw hanging down almost to his breastbone. Of the sixty or seventy people he had observed before the auras faded again, only a few had been walking inside the dark envelopes he now thought of as deathbags, and the one Rosalie had knitted around herself just now had been blacker by far than any he had seen that day. Still, those people in the parking lot whose auras had been dingy-dark had invariably looked unwell... like Rosalie, whose aura had been the color of old sweat-socks even before Baldy #3 started messing with her.
Maybe he Just hurried up what may otherwise be a perfectly natural process, he thought.
"Ralph?" Lois asked. "What about Rosalie?"
"I think my old friend Rosalie is living on borrowed time now," Ralph said.
Lois considered this, looking down the hill and into the sun-dusty grove where Rosalie had disappeared. At last she turned to Ralph ' "That midget with the scalpel was one of the men you saw again coming out of May Locher's house, wasn't he?"
"No. Those were two other ones."
"Have you seen more?"
"No."
"Do you think there are more?"
"I don't know."
He had an idea that next she'd ask if Ralph had noticed that the creature had been wearing Bill's Panama, but she didn't. Ralph supposed it was possible she hadn't recognized it. Too much weirdness swirling around, and besides, there hadn't been a chunk bitten out of the brim the last time she'd seen Bill wearing it. Retired history teachers just aren't the hat-biting type, he reflected, and grinned.
"This has been quite a morning, Ralph." Lois met his gaze frankly,?
eye to eye. "I think we need to talk about this, don't you I really need to know what's going on."
Ralph remembered this morning-a thousand years ago, now-walking back down the street from the picnic area, running over his short list of acquaintances, trying to decide whom he should talk to.
He had crossed Lois off that mental list on the grounds that she might gossip to her girlfriends, and he was now embarrassed by that facile judgement, which had been based more on McGovern's picture of Lois than on his own. It turned out that the only person Lois had spoken to about the auras before today was the one person she should have been able to trust to keep her secret.
He nodded at her. "You're right. We need to talk."
"Would you like to come back to my house for a little late lunch?
I make a pretty mean stir-fry for an old gal who can't keep track of her earrings,"
"I'd love to. I'll tell you what I know, but it's going to take awhile.
When I talked to Bill this morning, I gave him the Reader's Digest version.
"So," Lois said. "The fight was about chess, was it?"
"Well, maybe not," Ralph said, smiling down at his hands.
"Maybe it was actually more like the fight you had with your son and your daughter-in-law. And I didn't even tell him the craziest parts."
"But you'll tell me?"
"Yes," he said, and started to get up. "I'll bet you're a hell of a good cook, too, In fact-" He stopped suddenly and clapped one hand to his chest. He sat back down on the bench, heavily, his eyes wide and his mouth ajar.
"Ralph? Are you all right?"
Her alarmed voice seemed to be coming from a great distance. In his mind's eye