'Candy is pregnant,' Wally said to Grace, who wobbled as if a wind had come up-or the strong ammonia fumes of the oven cleaner had overpowered her. She looked at Wally again with her eyes as round as a rabbit's.

'I need advice,' Wally said to her. It occurred to him that if Vernon Lynch saw him talking to Grace, Vernon would probably find that just cause for giving Grace another beating. 'Please just tell me what you know, Grace,' Wally said.

Grace Lynch spat it out from between her very tight lips. 'Saint Cloud's,' she hissed; it was a loud whisper. Wally thought it was someone's name-the name of a saint? Or else a kind of nickname for an exceptionally evil abortionist-St. Cloud's! Grace Lynch, it was clear, had no luck. If she'd been to an abortionist, wouldn't it have to be the worst abortionist one could imagine?

I don't know the doctor's name,' Grace confided, still whispering and not looking up at Wally anymore-she would never again look up at him. 'The place is called Saint Cloud's, and the doctor's good-he's kinda gentle, he makes it okay.' For her, this was virtually a sermon-at least a speech. 'But don't make her go alone -okay, Wally?' Grace said, actually reaching out and touching him-but recoiling the instant she made contact, as if Wally's skin were hotter than the pie oven when it was fired up.

'No, I won't make her go alone, of course,' Wally promised her. {203}

'You ask for the orphanage when you get off the train,' Grace said. She climbed back in the oven before he could thank her.

Grace Lynch had gone to St. Cloud's alone. Vernon hadn't even known she was going, or he would probably have beaten her for it. Since she'd been gone overnight, he'd beaten her for that, but perhaps it was a lesser beating by his standards.

Grace had arrived in the early evening, just after dark; as was customary, she'd not been housed with the expectant mothers; she'd been so jittery that Dr. Larch's sedation had not affected her very much and she'd been awake through the night, listening to everything. It had been before Homer's days as an apprentice, so if Homer had seen her, he would never remember her, and when -one day-Grace Lynch would see Homer Wells, she wouldn't recognize him.

She'd had the standard D and C at a proper and safe time in her pregnancy, arid there'd been no complications -except in her dreams. There had never been any serious complications following any abortion Dr. Larch had ever performed, and no permanent damage from any of the operations-unless it was something so interior, so very much in the mind, that Dr. Larch couldn't have been responsible for it.

Still-though Nurse Edna and Nurse Angela had made her feel welcome, and Larch had been, as Grace had told Wally, gentle-Grace Lynch hated to think of St. Cloud's. It was not so much for her own experience, or because of her own trouble, but because of the atmosphere of the place in the long night she'd stayed awake. The dense air hung like a great weight, the disturbed river smelled like death, the cries of the babies were weirder than the cries of loons-and there were owls, and someone peeing, and someone walking around. There was a far-off machine (the typewriter), and a shout from another building-just one long wail (possibly, that had been Melony). {204}

After Wally had visited with her, Grace balked at finishing the pie oven job. She felt sick to her stomach-it was like the cramps she'd had that time-and she went out to the apple mart and asked the women there if they'd finish the oven for her; she just didn't feel well, she said. Nobody teased Grace. Big Dot Taft asked her if she'd like a ride home, and Irene Titcomb and Florence Hyde (who had nothing to do, anyway) said they'd tackle the oven 'in two shakes,' as they say in Maine. Grace Lynch went to find Olive Worthington; she told Olive she wasn't feeling well and was going home early.

Olive was her usual kind self regarding the matter; when she saw Vernon Lynch later, she gave Vernon a glare-hard enough for Vernon to feel discomforted by it. He was cleaning the nozzle for the spray gun down at Number Two when Olive cruised past him in the faded pickup. Olive's look was such that Vernon wondered for a moment if he'd been fired, if that look was all the notice he was going to get. But the thought quickly passed, the way thoughts tended to pass through Vernon Lynch. He looked at the muddy tracks left by Olive's pickup and said something typical.

'Suck my dick, you rich bitch,' Vernon Lynch said. Then he continued to clean out the spray-gun nozzle.

That night Wally sat on Ray Kendall's dock with Candy and told her what little he knew about St. Clouds. He didn't know, for example, that there was an apostrophe. He'd not bothered to apply to Harvard; his grades weren't good enough to get him into Bowdoin; the University of Maine, where he was halfheartedly majoring in botany, hadn't taught him a thing about grammar.

'I knew it was an orphanage,' Candy said. That's all I knew.'

It was clear to them both that no good excuse could be invented for their being gone overnight, so Wally arranged to borrow Senior's Cadillac; they would have to leave very early in the morning and return in the {205} evening of the same day. Wally told Senior it was: the best time of year to explore the coast, and maybe drive a little inland; the coast would have more tourists as the summer progressed, and inland it would get too hot for a comfortable drive.

'I know it's a workday,' Wally told Olive. 'What's one day matter, Mom? It's just to have a little adventure with Candy-just a day off.'

Olive wondered if Wally would ever amount to anything.

Ray Kendall had his own work to worry about. He knew Candy would be happy to take a drive with Wally. Wally was a good driver-if a trifle fast-and the Cadillac, Ray knew better than anyone, was a safe ear. Ray did all the work on it.

The night before their trip, Candy and Wally went to bed early, but each of them was awake through the night. Like most truly loving young couples, they found themselves worrying about what effect this experience would have on the other. Wally worried that an abortion would make Candy unhappy, or even uncomfortable with sex. Candy wondered if Wally would feel the same way about her after all this was over.

That same night Wilbur Larch and Hornet Wells weren't sleeping either. Larch sat at the typewriter in Nurse Angela's office; through the window, he saw Homer Wells walking around outside, with an oil lamp in the darkness. What is the matter now? Larch wondered, and went to see what Homer was doing.

'I couldn't sleep,' Homer told Larch.

'What is it this time?' Dr. Larch asked Homer.

'Maybe it's just an owl,' said Homer Wells. The oil lamp didn't project very far into the darkness, and the wind was strong, which was unusual for St. Cloud's. When the wind blew out the lamp, the doctor and his assistant saw that they were backlit by the light shining from the window of Nurse Angela's office. It was the only light for miles around, and it made their shadows gigan-{206} tic. Larch's shadow reached across the stripped, implanted plot of ground, up the barren hillside, all the way into the black woods. Homer Wells's shadow touched the dark sky. It was only then that both men noticed: Homer had grown taller than Dr. Larch.

'I'll be damned,' Larch muttered, spreading his arms, so that his shadow looked like a magician about to reveal something. Larch flapped his arms like a big bat. ''Look!' he said to Homer. I'm a sorcerer!'

Homer Wells, the sorcerer's apprentice, flapped his arms, too.

The wind was very strong and fresh. The usual density in the air above St. Cloud's had lifted; the stars shone bright and cold; the memory of cigar smoke and sawdust was missing from this new air.

'Feel that wind,' said Homer Wells; maybe the wind was keeping him up.