This began shortly after lunch, and continued through the afternoon. Step gave up on working, of course, and played with Robbie and Betsy between helping DeAnne and working on dinner and answering the phone and all the other things that kept coming up. Step couldn't understand how DeAnne could live with this, never able to concentrate on something, to follow through on it without interruption.
Stevie, of course, wasn't part of the little-kid games, but that was no surprise anymore. The surprise was when Step passed through the family room on the way to answer the doorbell and realized that Stevie wasn't playing computer games, either. Must still be in his room, wrapping presents, Step thought. He had borrowed the tape and scissors earlier in the day.
It was Bappy at the door. He had a kind of sheepish grin. "I don't mean to be a bother," he said, "but I'm just a sentimental old fool and I was driving by a couple nights ago and I saw y'all didn't have no Christmas lights up."
"We haven't had time," said Step.
"Well, time is all I got these days, and I still got the lights we put up on this house last year and the year before. I bet all the old nails and such are still right where I put 'em. Y'all won't mind if I haul my ladder out and tread your roof awhile? It doesn't add that much to the electric, specially seeing as how there's only a few days till Christmas."
"No, that's fine," said Step. "That'll be nice. Where will I plug them in?"
"There's an outlet out back, by the utility room door. I just run me a long extension cord up over the house.
Brought the same one I used last year, so I know it works."
"That's great. Thanks," said Step.
Bappy nodded and waved, even though he was standing right there by the door, and then he was off for his pickup truck and Step closed the front door.
Just as Step was heading for the kitchen to check the meatloaf he had made, Zap started throwing up again, proving that DeAnne's milk wasn't going to stay down any better than the formula had. And now Zap was getting fussy instead of just being complacent after he vomited. DeAnne checked his temperature again with the plastic forehead strip, and it was over a hundred. "I've got to take him to the doctor," she said. "If he was a normal kid I'd wait, but he's so weak." So once they got Zap cleaned up again, Step found the phone number and called Dr. Greenwald's office and the answering service relayed the message and a couple of minutes later he called back. DeAnne talked to him and then said, "He's going to go back to the office just to see Zap. Isn't that sweet of him?"
"What if he throws up while you're driving him there?" asked Step.
"I didn't think of that," said DeAnne.
"Do you think Mary Anne would come over and watch the kids while I drove you down?"
"She will if she can," said DeAnne.
She could, and since she didn't live far away, she would be there in only a few minutes.
Step remembered the meatloaf. "I can't believe the timer hasn't rung yet," he said.
"Maybe it has something to do with the fact that the timer was never set."
"Oh, no, it must be burnt to a crisp by now," said Step.
"I don't think so," said DeAnne. "The oven isn't on."
"I didn't turn the oven on?"
Sure enough, the meatloaf was dead raw.
"Well, we can't eat that," said DeAnne.
"We can cook it now, can't we? Mary Anne can serve it to the kids when it comes out."
"No, Step," said DeAnne. "You can't serve meatloaf that's been sitting around this long at room temperature."
"You can't tell me the meat would go bad this fast."
"Not the meat," said DeAnne. "The eggs."
"I forgot the eggs," said Step.
"If I weren't here, Step, the kids would have salmonella all the time."
"Probably. So what about supper?"
"Throw some bowls and cold cereal on the table and call the kids in to eat," said DeAnne. "It's the last resort of the mother in a hurry but hey, that's me."
Robbie and Betsy came right in. "Stevie!" Step called again. "Come on in to supper now!" Knowing he would be obeyed, Step headed outside to open the car door for DeAnne. Just as DeAnne was settling in with Zap in her arms, Mary Anne pulled up into the driveway behind the Renault. Step waved her back, and she put her hands to the sides of her face to show her embarrassment. Then she put her car in reverse and parked out on the street just ahead of Bappy's pickup truck. It was getting dark, and it occurred to Step that if Bappy wasn't done with the lights, he probably ought to quit for the night. It wasn't safe to be wandering around on the roof in the dark.
Mary Anne came running up the driveway. "How's little Zap doing?" she asked.
"He's probably not even that sick," said DeAnne. "But we just have to be sure."
"If the doctor calls wondering where we are, tell him we're on the way" said Step. "The kids are in the middle of coating the inside of the kitchen with a layer of cornflakes, so enter at your own risk." As Mary Anne jogged up the two steps and into the house, Step called after her, "And lock the deadbolts!"
"I always do!" she called back.
Dr. Greenwald didn't seem to mind that they had taken so long getting to his office, and after poking and probing and listening, he reassured them that it was nothing all that serious. They apolo gized for wasting his time, but he assured them that they had been right to be concerned. "With a baby this fragile," he said,
"everything is serious."
When they got back home, the house was completely rimmed with white lights. "It looks like gingerbread," said DeAnne.
"For an impressively ugly ho use, it lights up real nice," said Step.
When they got inside, however, chaos reigned. Betsy and Bobbie were standing on chairs in the kitchen, and the second DeAnne and Step got in the door they started screaming, "Spiders! Daddy longlegs!"
There weren't any spiders in the kitchen that Step could see. He held the baby while DeAnne took off her coat. "Where's Mary Anne?" asked DeAnne.
"Is that you at the door!" shouted Mary Anne from back somewhere deep in the house.
"Yes it is!" called DeAnne. "Where are you?"
"In the land of the monster spiders!" shouted Mary Anne. "I could sure use some help and another roll of paper towels!"
"You take care of Zap and the kids," said Step to DeAnne, "and I'll see what's going on in the bathroom."
He ducked into the laundry room to get another roll of paper towels.
"You don't suppose we're having another invasion of insects, do you?" asked DeAnne.
"Nope," said Step. "Spiders are arachnids."
In the bathroom, it looked as though someone had tried to resurface the entire room in wet paper towels, and then reconsidered and spattered ink on it. But the ink turned out to be daddy longlegs spiders, and the wet paper towels were Mary Anne's strategy for immobilizing as many spiders as possible while stomping the ones that weren't pinned down under the wet towels.
Apparently Mary Anne had kept her cool quite well while she was the only adult present. But as soon as Step came into the room and she tried to explain what was happening, she began to shudder and shiver, then screeched as a daddy longlegs crawled up onto her ankle. She stamped and stamped until it fell off; Step gripped her by the shoulders and guided her out the door into the hall. "You stand there and keep watch to make sure none of them get out. Remember to look up and check the ceilings."