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Rachel glanced at Louis； who nodded。
〃That would be very kind of you； Mr。 Crandall。〃
〃Oh； I just answer to Jud；〃 he said。
There was a sudden loud honk； a motor winding down； and then the big blue moving van was turning…lumbering…into the driveway。
〃Oh Christ； and I don't know where the keys are；〃 Louis said。
〃That's okay；〃 Crandall said。 〃I got a set。 Mr。 and Mrs。 Cleveland。。。they that lived here before you…gave me a set； oh； must have been fourteen； fifteen years ago。 They lived here a long time。 Joan Cleveland was my wife's best friend。 She died two years ago。 Bill went to that old folks' apartment plex over in Orrington。 I'll bring em back over。 They belong to you now； anyway。〃
〃You're very kind； Mr。 Crandall；〃 Rachel said。
〃Not at all；〃 he said。 〃Lookin forward to having young 'uns around again。〃 Except that the sound of this； as exotic to their Midwestern ears as a foreign language； was yowwuns 〃You just want to watch em around the road； Missus Creed Lots of big trucks on that road。〃
Now there was the sound of slamming doors as the moving men hopped out of the cab and came toward them。
Ellie had wandered away a little； and now she said； 〃Daddy what's this？〃
Louis； who had started to meet the moving men； glanced back。 At the edge of the field； where the lawn stopped and high summer grass took over； a path about four feet wide had been cut； smooth and close。 It wound up the hill； curved through a low stand of bushes and a copse of birches； and out of sight。
〃Looks like a path of some kind；〃 Louis said。
〃Oh； ayuh；〃 Crandall said； smiling。 〃Tell you about it sometime； missy。 You want to e over and we'll fix your baby brother up？〃
〃Sure；〃 Ellie said and then added with a certain hopefulness 〃Does baking soda sting？〃
4
Crandall brought back the keys； but by then Louis found his set。 There was a space at the top of the glove partment and the small envelope had slipped down into the wiring。 He fished it out and let the movers in。 Crandall gave him the extra set。 They were on an old； tarnished fob。 Louis thanked him and slipped them absently into his pocket； watching the movers take in boxes and dressers and bureaus and all the other things they had collected over the ten years of their marriage。 Seeing them this way； out of their accustomed places； diminished them。 Just a bunch of stuff in boxes； he thought； and suddenly he felt sad and depressed…he guessed he was feeling what people called homesickness。
〃Uprooted and transplanted；〃 Crandall said； suddenly beside him； and Louis jumped a little。
〃You sound like you know the feeling；〃 he said。
〃No； actually I don't。〃 Crandall lit a cigarette…pop！ went the match； flaring brightly in the first early evening shadows。
〃My dad built that house across the way。 Brought his wife there； and she was taken with child there； and that child was me； born in the very year 1900。〃
〃That makes you…〃
〃Eighty…three；〃 Crandall said； and Louis was mildly relieved that he didn't add years young； a phrase he cordially detested。
〃You look a lot younger than that。〃
Crandall shrugged。 〃Anyway； I've always lived there。 I joined up when we fought the Great War； but the closest I got to Europe was Bayonne； New Jersey。 Nasty place。 Even in 1917 it was a nasty place。 I was just as glad to e back here。 Got married to my Norma； put in my time on the railroad； and here we still are。 But I've seen a lot of life right here in Ludlow。 I sure have。〃
The moving men stopped by the shed entrance； holding the box spring that went under the big double bed he and Rachel shared。 〃Where do you want this； Mr。 Creed？〃
〃Upstairs 。 。 。 just a minute； I'll show you。〃 He started toward them； then paused for a moment and glanced back at Crandall。
〃You go on；〃 Crandall said； smiling。 〃I'll see how y' folks're makin out。 Send em back over and get out of your way。 But movin in's mighty thirsty work。 I usually sit out on my porch about nine and have a couple of beers。 In warm Weather I like to watch the night e on。 Sometimes Norma Joins me。 You e over； if you're a mind。〃
Well； maybe I will；〃 Louis said； not intending to at all。 The next thing would be an informal （and free） diagnosis of Norma's arthritis on the porch。 He liked Crandall； liked his Crooked grin； his offhand way of talking； his Yankee accent； which was not hard…edged at all but so soft it was almost a drawl。 A good man； Louis thought； but doctors became leery of people fast。 It was unfortunate； but sooner or later even your best friends wanted medical advice。 And with old people there was no end to it。 〃But don't look for me； or stay up…we've had a hell of a day。〃
〃Just so long as you know you don't need no engraved invitation；〃 Crandall said…and there was something in the man's crooked grin that made Louis feel that Crandall knew exactly what Louis was thinking。
He watched the old guy for a moment before joining the movers。 Crandall walked straight and easily； like a man of sixty instead of over eighty。 Louis felt that first faint tug of affection。
5
By nine o'clock the movers were gone。 Ellie and Gage； both exhausted； were sleeping in their new rooms； Gage in his crib； Ellie on a mattress on the floor surrounded by a foothill of boxes…her billions of Crayolas； whole； broken； and blunted； her Sesame Street posters； her picture books； her clothes； heaven knew what else。 And of course Church was with her； also sleeping and growling rustily in the back of his throat。 That rusty growl seemed the closest the big torn could e to purring。
Rachel had prowled the house restlessly with Gage in her arms earlier； second…guessing the places where Louis had told。 the movers to leave things； getting them to rearrange； change； or restack。 Louis had not lost their check； it was still in his breast pocket； along with the five ten…dollar bills he had put aside for a tip。 When the van was finally emptied； he handed both the check and the cash over； nodded at their thanks； signed the bill of receipt； and stood on the porch； watching them head back to their big truck。 He supposed they would probably stop over in Bangor and have a few beers to lay the dust。 A couple of beers would go down well right now。 That made him think of Jud Crandall again。
He and Rachel sat at the kitchen table； and he saw the circles under her eyes。 〃You；〃 he said； 〃go to bed。〃
〃Doctor's orders？〃 she asked； smiling a little。
〃Yeah。〃
〃Okay；〃 she said； standing。 〃I'm beat。 And Gage is apt to be up in the night。 You ing？〃
He hesitated。 〃I don't think so； just yet。 That old fella across the street…〃
〃Road。 You call it a road； out in the country。 Or if you're Judson Crandall； I guess you call it a rud。〃
〃Okay； across the rud。 He invited me over for a beer。 I think I'm going to take him up on it。 I'm tired； but I'm too jived…up to sleep。〃
Rachel smiled。 〃You'll end up getting Norma Crandall to tell you where it hurts and what kind of mattress she sleeps on。〃
Louis laughed； thinking how funny…funny and scary…it was； the way wives could read their husbands' minds after a while。
〃He was here when we needed him；〃 he said。 〃I ca