into the house and called out to Dolores as he poured himself a double scotch and she came in from the backyard and said, "There wasn't enough."
He turned with his drink in hand and said, "What's that, hon?" and noticed that she was wet, as if she'd just stepped from the shower, except she wore an old dark dress with a faded floral print. She was barefoot and the water dripped off her hair and dripped off her dress. "Baby," he said, "why you all wet?"
She said, "There wasn't enough," and placed a bottle down on the counter. "I'm still awake."
And she walked back outsite.
Teddy saw her walk toward the gazebo, taking long, meandering steps, swaying. And he put his drink down on the counter and picked up the bottle and saw that it was the laudanum the doctor had prescribed after her hospital stay. If Teddy had to go on a trip, he portioned out the number of teaspoonfuls he figured she'd need while he was gone, and added them to a small bottle in her medicine cabinet. Then he took this bottle and locked it up in the cellar.
There were six months of doses in this bottle and she'd drunk it dry.
He saw her stumble up the gazebo stairs, fall to her knees, and get back up again.
How had she managed to get to the bottle? That wasn't any ordinary lock on the cellar cabinet. A strong man with bolt cutters couldn't get that lock off. She couldn't have picked it, and Teddy had the only key. a14 He watched her sit in the porch swing in the center of the gazebo and he looked at the bottle. He remembered standing right here the night he left, adding the teaspoons to the medicine cabinet bottle, having a belt or two of rye for himself, looking out at the lake, putting the smaller bottle in the medicine cabinet, going upstairs to say goodbye to the kids, coming back down as the phone rang, and he'd taken the call from the field office, grabbed his coat and his overnight bag and kissed Dolores at the door and headed to his car...
. . and left the bigger bottle behind on the kitchen counter. He went out through the screen door and crossed the lawn to the gazebo and walked up the steps and she watched him come, soaking wet, one leg dangling as she pushed the swing back and forth in a lazy tilt.
He said, "Honey, when did you drink all this?"
"This morning." She stuck her tongue out at him and then gve him a dreamy smile and looked up at the curved ceiling. "Not enough, though. Can't sleep. Just want to sleep. Too tired."
He saw the logs floating in the lake behind her and he knew they weren't logs, but he looked away, looked back at his wife. "Why are you tired?"
She shrugged, flopping her hands out by her side. "Tired of all this. So tired. Just want to go home."
"You are home."
She pointed at the ceiling. "Home-home," she said.
Teddy looked out at those logs again, turning gently in the water.
"Where's Rachel?"
"School."
"She's too young for school, honey."
"Not my school," his wife said and showed him her teeth. And Teddy screamed. He screamed so loudly that Dolores fell out of the swing and he jumped over her and jumped over the railing at the back of the gazebo and ran screaming, screaming no, screaming God, screaming please, screaming not my babies, screaming Jesus, screaming oh oh oh.
And he plunged into the water. He stumbled and fell forward on his face and went under and the water covered him like oil and he swam forward and forward and came up in the center of them. The three logs. His babies.
Edward and Daniel were facedown, but Rachel was on her back, her eyes open and looking up at the sky, her mother's desolation imprinted in her pupils, her gaze searching the clouds. He carried them out one by one and lay them on the shore. He was careful with them. He held them firmly but gently. He could feel their bones. He caressed their cheeks. He caressed their shoulders and their rib cages and their legs and their feet. He kissed them many times.
He dropped to his knees and vomited until his chest burned and his stomach was stripped.
He went back and crossed their arms over their chests, and he noticed that Daniel and