Chapter 3 three

Crandall said he saw the family drive across the street to get here, then seemed to be in a hurry, so he came to see if he could help. Louis held his son, leaning him on his shoulder.Crandall moved closer, looked at the lump on Gage's neck, and held out a stubby, twisted hand.His hands looked terribly awkward, almost as big as Gage's head.Rachel opened her mouth to stop it, but before she could say anything, she saw the old man's fingers moved flexibly, and the bee's sting was already in his palm. "This thorn is really big enough. Although it can't be said to be a champion, I guess it can almost be used as a belt." The old man said.Louis laughed.

Crandall looked at Louis with that sly smile and said, "Of course, a surprisingly large queen, isn't it?" "Mom, what is he talking about?" Allie asked.Rachel laughed too.Of course, it's rude, but that's okay.Crandall took out a box of Chesterfield cigars from his pocket, took one out and stuffed it into the corner of his mouth, and while nodding happily to the laughing crowd, he polished it with the tip of his thumbnail. A wooden match.Even Geji, who was stung by a bee, laughed out loud regardless of the swelling and pain.Old people always have their knack, Louis thought, small knacks, but some of them were pretty good.

Louis stopped laughing and held out his other hand, which wasn't holding Gage's wet ass, and said, "Nice to meet you, are you?" "Chad Crandall," said the old man, shaking hands, "I think you're the doctor?" "Yes. My name is Louise Creed. This is my wife, Rachel, and this is my daughter, Allie, and it is my son, Gage, who was stung by a bee." "It was a pleasure meeting you all." "We didn't mean to laugh...I mean, we didn't mean to laugh...we were just...a little tired." This made him giggle again.He felt very tired.

Crandall nodded: "Of course, you are all tired." He glanced at Rachel, "Mrs. Creed, why don't you take the children to sit with us for a while? We can wipe the children Soda to relieve the pain. My wife would love to meet you too. She doesn't go out very much, and her arthritis has gotten worse in the last two or three years." Rachel glanced at Louis, who nodded. "That would be great, thank you, Mr. Crandall." "Oh, just call me Chad." Suddenly, there was a car horn, followed by the sound of the engine dying, and then the big blue truck was seen rounding the corner and rumbling into the driveway.

"Oh, my God, I haven't found the key yet," Louis said. "Never mind," said Crandall, "I have a bunch. The Clevelands gave me a bunch of keys. They lived in your house for fourteen or fifteen years. They've lived here a long time." .Mrs. Cleveland was my wife's best friend. She died two years ago. Bill went to the Orrington seniors' apartment. I'm going to get those keys, they belong to you now." "Thank you so much, Mr. Crandall," Rachel said. "You're welcome," said the old man. "We've been looking forward to having young people as neighbors. Mrs. Creed, watch the children when you cross the road. There are a lot of big trucks on the road."

The door of the big blue truck slammed, and several people from the moving company jumped out of the cab and walked towards them. Ellie was a little distracted, and she asked, "Dad, what's that?" Louis had already started to walk towards the moving company. Hearing her daughter's question, she looked back and saw a flat path about four feet wide at the edge of the field and at the end of the grass, going up the hill and passing through a bush. Low shrubs and a birch forest disappeared into the distance. "Looks like a path or something," Louis replied to his daughter.

"Oh, yes," said Crandall, laughing, "it's the way, miss. I'll tell you when I have time. Come over to my house and we'll get your little brother some soda, shall we?" "Of course I do," Allie said, and then added, with some hope, "Does the soda sting?"