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chew it or go climbing Mount Sofa. But Abra showed no interest in those things; she was busy<br />
constructing what looked like a Stonehenge made out of her plastic toddler blocks.<br />
Lucy and Chetta were unloading the dishwasher when Abra began to scream.<br />
“She sounded like she was dying,” Chetta said. “You know how scary that is, right?”<br />
John nodded. He knew.<br />
“Running doesn’t come naturally to me at my age, but I ran like Wilma Rudolph that day. Beat<br />
Lucy to the living room by half a length. I was so convinced the kid was hurt that for a second or two I<br />
actually saw blood. But she was okay. Physically, anyhow. She ran to me and threw her arms around<br />
my legs. I picked her up. Lucy was with me by then, and we managed to get her soothed a little.<br />
‘Wannie!’ she said. ‘Help Wannie, Momo! Wannie fall down!’ I didn’t know who Wannie was, but<br />
Lucy did—Wanda Judkins, the lady across the street.”<br />
“She’s Abra’s favorite neighbor,” David said, “because she makes cookies and usually brings one<br />
over for Abra with her name written on it. Sometimes in raisins, sometimes in frosting. She’s a widow.<br />
Lives alone.”<br />
“So we went across,” Chetta resumed, “me in the lead and Lucy holding Abra. I knocked. No one<br />
answered. ‘Wannie in the dinner room!’ Abra said. ‘Help Wannie, Momo! Help Wannie, Mama! She<br />
hurted herself and blood is coming out!’<br />
“The door was unlocked. We went in. First thing I smelled was burning cookies. Mrs. Judkins was<br />
lying on the dining room floor next to a stepladder. The rag she’d been using to dust out the moldings<br />
was still in her hand, and there was blood, all right—a puddle of it around her head in a kind of halo.<br />
I thought she was finished—I couldn’t see her breathing—but Lucy found a pulse. The fall fractured<br />
her skull, and there was a small brain-bleed, but she woke up the next day. She’ll be at Abra’s birthday<br />
party. You can say hello to her, if you come.” She looked at Abra Stone’s pediatrician unflinchingly.<br />
“The doctor at the ER said that if she’d lain there much longer, she would have either died or ended<br />
up in a persistent vegetative state . . . far worse than death, in my humble opinion. Either way, the kid<br />
saved her life.”<br />
John tossed his pen on top of the legal pad. “I don’t know what to say.”<br />
“There’s more,” Dave said, “but the other stuff’s hard to quantify. Maybe just because Lucy and I<br />
have gotten used to it. The way, I guess, you’d get used to living with a kid who was born blind.<br />
Except this is almost the opposite of that. I think we knew even before the 9/11 thing. I think we<br />
knew there was something almost from the time we brought her home from the hospital. It’s like . . .”<br />
He huffed out a breath and looked at the ceiling, as if for inspiration. Concetta squeezed his arm.<br />
“Go on. At least he hasn’t called for the men with the butterfly nets yet.”<br />
“Okay, it’s like there’s always a wind blowing through the house, only you can’t exactly feel it or<br />
see what it’s doing. I keep thinking the curtains are going to billow and the pictures are going to fly<br />
off the walls, but they never do. Other stuff does happen, though. Two or three times a week—<br />
sometimes two or three times a day—the circuit breakers trip. We’ve had two different electricians<br />
out, on four different occasions. They check the circuits and tell us everything is hunky-dory. Some<br />
mornings we come downstairs and the cushions from the chairs and the sofa are on the floor. We tell<br />
Abra to put her toys away before bed and unless she’s overtired and cranky, she’s very good about it.<br />
But sometimes the toybox will be open the next morning and some of the toys will be back on the<br />
floor. Usually the blocks. They’re her favorites.”<br />
He paused for a moment, now looking at the eye chart on the far wall. John thought Concetta<br />
would prod him to go on, but she kept silent.<br />
“Okay, this is totally weird, but I swear to you it happened. One night when we turned on the TV,<br />
The Simpsons were on every channel. Abra laughed like it was the biggest joke in the world. Lucy<br />
freaked out. She said, ‘Abra Rafaella Stone, if you’re doing that, stop it right now!’ Lucy hardly ever