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"It's good," Doris told him. "I'm reading it very slowly because I like it so much. I think I like it better than the movie, but I'm trying not to remember the movie." (Of course this meant that there wasn't a scene in the film she would ever forget.)
What else was there to say? Wallingford had to pee. Miraculously, he refrained from telling Mrs. Clausen this--he'd said quite enough for one night. She shined the flashlight into the hall for him, so that he didn't have to grope in the dark to find his room.
He was too tired to light the gas lamp. He took the flashlight he found on the dresser top and made his way down the steep stairs. The moon had set; it was much darker now. The first light of dawn couldn't be far off. Patrick chose a tree to pee behind, although there was no one who could have seen him. By the time he finished peeing, the mosquitoes had already found him. He quickly followed the beam of his flashlight back to the boathouse.
Mrs. Clausen and little Otto's room was dark when Wallingford quietly passed their open door. He remembered her saying that she never slept with the gaslight on. The propane lamps were probably safe enough, but a lighted lamp was still a fire--it made her too anxious to sleep.
Wallingford left the door to his room open, too. He wanted to hear when Otto junior woke up. Maybe he would offer to watch the child so that Doris could go back to sleep. How difficult could it be to entertain a baby? Wasn't a television audience tougher? That was as far as he thought it out.
He finally took off the towel from around his waist. He put on a pair of boxer shorts and crawled into bed, but before he turned the flashlight off, he made sure he'd memorized where it was in case he needed to find it in the dark. (He left it on the floor, by Mrs. Clausen's side of the bed.) Now that the moon had set, there was an almost total blackness that resembled his prospects with Mrs. Clausen.
Patrick forgot to close his curtains, although Doris had warned him that the sun rose directly in his windows. Later, when he was still asleep, Wallingford was supernaturally aware of a predawn light in the sky. This was when the crows started cawing; even in his sleep, he was more aware of the crows than he was of the loons. Without seeing it, he sensed the increasing light.
Then little Otto's crying woke him, and he lay listening to Mrs. Clausen soothe the child. The boy stopped crying fairly quickly, but he still fussed while his mother changed him. From Doris's tone of voice, and the varying baby noises that Otto made, Wallingford could guess what they were doing. He heard them go down the boathouse stairs; Mrs. Clausen kept talking as they went up the path to the main cabin. Patrick remembered that the baby formula had to be mixed with bottled water, which Mrs. Clausen heated on the stove.
He looked first in the area of his missing left hand and then at his right wrist. (He would never get used to wearing his watch on his right arm.) Just as the rising sun shot through his bedroom windows from across the lake, Patrick saw that it was only a little past five in the morning.
As a reporter, he'd traveled all over the world--he was familiar with sleep deprivation. But he was beginning to realize that Mrs. Clausen had had eight months of sleep deprivation; it had been criminal of Wallingford to keep her up most of the night. That Doris carried only one small bag for all her things, yet she'd brought half a dozen bags of paraphernalia for the baby, was more than symbolic--little Otto was her life.
What measure of madness was it that Wallingford had even imagined he could entertain little Otto while Mrs. Clausen caught up on her sleep? He didn't know how to feed the child; he'd only once (yesterday) seen Doris change a diaper. And he couldn't be trusted to burp the baby. (He didn't know that Mrs. Clausen had stopped burping Otto.)
I should summon the courage to jump in the lake and drown, Patrick was thinking, when Mrs. Clausen came into his room carrying Otto junior. The baby was wearing only a diaper. All Doris was wearing was an oversize T-shirt, which had probably belonged to Otto senior. The T-shirt was a faded Green Bay green with the familiar Packers' logo; it hung past midthigh, almost to her knees.
"We're wide awake now, aren't we?" Mrs. Clausen was saying to little Otto. "Let's make sure Daddy is wide awake, too."
Wallingford made room for them in the bed. He tried to remain calm. (This was the first time Doris had referred to him as "Daddy.")
Before dawn, it had been cool enough to sleep under a blanket, but now the room was flooded with sunlight. Mrs. Clausen and the baby slipped under the top sheet while Wallingford pushed the blanket off the foot of the bed to the floor.
"You should learn how to feed him," Doris said, handing the bottle of formula to Patrick. Otto junior was laid upon a pillow; his bright eyes followed the bottle as it passed between his parents.
Later Mrs. Clausen sat Otto upright between two pillows. Wallingford watched his son pick up a rattle and shake it and put it in his mouth--not exactly a fascinating chain of events, but the new father was spellbound.
"He's a very easy baby," Mrs. Clausen said.
Wallingford didn't know what to say.
"Why don't you try reading him some of that mouse book you brought?" she asked. "He doesn't have to understand you--it's the sound of your voice that matters. I'd like to hear it, too."
Patrick climbed out of bed and came back with the book.
"Nice boxers," Doris told him.
There were parts of Stuart Little that Wallingford had marked, thinking that they might have special significance for Mrs. Clausen. How Stuart's first date with Harriet Ames goes awry because Stuart is too upset about his canoe being vandalized to accept Harriet's invitation to the dance. Alas, Harriet says good-bye, "leaving Stuart alone with his broken dreams and his damaged canoe."
Patrick had once thought Doris would like that part--now he wasn't so sure. He decided he would skip ahead to the last chapter, "Heading North," and read only the bit about Stuart's philosophical conversation with the telephone repairman.
First they talk about the bird Stuart is looking for. The telephone repairman asks Stuart to describe the bird, then the repairman writes down the description. While Wallingford read this part, Mrs. Clausen lay on her side and watched him with their son. Otto, with only an occasional glance at his mother, appeared to be listening intently to his father. With both his mother and father near enough to touch, the child was getting sufficient attention.
Then Patrick reached the moment when the telephone repairman asks Stuart where he's headed. Wallingford read this excerpt with particular poignancy.
"North," said Stuart.
"North is nice," said the repairman. "I've always enjoyed going north. Of course, south-west is a fine direction, too."
"Yes, I suppose it is," said Stuart, thoughtfully.
"And there's east," continued the repairman. "I once had an interesting experience on an easterly course. Do you want me to tell you about it?"
