ore； not with the HMOs running everything。 This kid might be one of the new breed of dumb doctor。 〃We have to widen the diagnostic net；〃 he said。 〃I'm going to order a surgical consult； a neurological consult； we have a dermo ing； we have infectious ing。 That'll mean a lot of people to talk to you about your daughter； asking the same questions over again； but…〃
〃That's okay；〃 I said。 〃I don't mind。 Just 。。。 what do you think is wrong with her？〃
〃I don't know； Mr。 Forman。 If it's not infectious； we look for other reasons for this skin response。 She hasn't traveled out of the country？〃
〃No。〃 I shook my head。
〃No recent exposures to heavy metals or toxins？〃
〃Like what？〃
〃Dump sites； industrial plants； chemical exposure 。。。〃
〃No； no。〃
〃Can you think of anything at all that might have caused this reaction？〃
〃No； nothing 。。。 wait； she had vaccinations yesterday。〃
〃What vaccinations？〃
〃I don't know； whatever she gets for her age 。。。〃
〃You don't know what vaccinations？〃 he said。 His notebook was open； his pen poised over the page。
〃No； for Christ's sake；〃 I said irritably； 〃I don't know what vaccinations。 Every time she goes there； she gets another shot。 You're the goddamned doctor…〃
〃That's okay； Mr。 Forman；〃 he said soothingly。 〃I know it's stressful。 If you just tell me the name of your pediatrician； I'll call him； how is that？〃
I nodded。 I wiped my hand across my forehead。 I was sweating。 I spelled the pediatrician's name for him while he wrote it down in his notebook。 I tried to calm down。 I tried to think clearly。
And all the time； my baby just screamed。
* * *
Half an hour later； she went into convulsions。
They started while one of the white…coated consultants was bent over her； examining her。 Her little body wrenched and twisted。 She made retching sounds as if she was trying to vomit。 Her legs jerked spastically。 She began to wheeze。 Her eyes rolled up into her head。 I don't remember what I said or did then； but a big orderly the size of a football player came in and pushed me to one side of the cubicle and held my arms。 I looked past his huge shoulder as six people clustered around my daughter； a nurse wearing a Bart Simpson T…shirt was sticking a needle into her forehead。 I began to shout and struggle。 The orderly was yelling； 〃Scowvane； scowvane； scowvane；〃 over and over。 Finally I realized he was saying 〃Scalp vein。〃 He explained it was just to start an IV； that the baby had bee dehydrated。 That was why she was convulsing。 I heard talk of electrolytes； magnesium； potassium。 Anyway； the convulsions stopped in a few seconds。 But she continued to scream。
I called Julia。 She was awake。 〃How is she？〃
〃The same。〃
〃Still crying？ Is that her？〃
〃Yes。〃 She could hear Amanda in the background。
〃Oh God。〃 She groaned。 〃What are they saying it is？〃
〃They don't know yet。〃
〃Oh； the poor baby。〃
〃There have been about fifty doctors in here to look at her。〃
〃Is there anything I can do？〃
〃I don't think so。〃
〃Okay。 Let me know。〃
〃Okay。〃
〃I'm not sleeping。〃
〃Okay。〃
* * *
Shortly before dawn the huddled consultants announced that she either had an intestinal obstruction or a brain tumor； they couldn't decide which； and they ordered an MRI。 The sky was beginning to lighten when she was finally wheeled to the imaging room。 The big white machine stood in the center of the room。 The nurse told me it would calm the baby if I helped her prepare her； and she took the needle out of her scalp because there couldn't be any metal during the MRI reading。 Blood squirted down Amanda's face； into her eye。 The nurse wiped it away。
Now Amanda was strapped onto the white board that rolled into the depths of the machine。 My daughter was staring up at the MRI in terror； still screaming。 The nurse told me I could wait in the next room with the technician。 I went into a room with a glass window that looked in on the MRI machine。
The technician was foreign； dark。 〃How old is she？ Is it a she？〃
〃Yes； she。 Nine months。〃
〃Quite a set of lungs on her。〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Here we go。〃 He was fiddling at his knobs and dials； hardly looking at my daughter。 Amanda was pletely inside the machine。 Her sobs sounded tinny over the microphone。 The technician flicked a switch and the pump began to chatter； it made a lot of noise。 But I could still hear my daughter screaming。
And then； abruptly； she stopped。
She was pletely silent。
〃Uh…oh；〃 I said。 I looked at the technician and the nurse。 Their faces registered shock。 We all thought the same thing； that something terrible had happened。 My heart began to pound。 The technician hastily shut down the pumps and we hurried back into the room。 My daughter was lying there； still strapped down； breathing heavily； but apparently fine。 She blinked her eyes slowly； as if dazed。 Already her skin was noticeably a lighter shade of pink； with patches of normal color。 The rash was fading right before our eyes。 〃I'll be damned；〃 the technician said。
* * *
Back in the emergency room； they wouldn't let Amanda go home。 The surgeons still thought she had a tumor or a bowel emergency； and they wanted to keep her in the hospital for observation。 But the rash continued to clear steadily。 Over the next hour； the pink color faded； and vanished。 No one could understand what had happened； and the doctors were uneasy。 The scalp vein IV was back in on the other side of her forehead。 But Amanda took a bottle of formula； guzzling it down hungrily while I held her。 She was staring up at me with her usual hypnotic feeding stare。 She really seemed to be fine。 She fell asleep in my arms。
I sat there for another hour； then began to make noises about how I had to get back to my kids； I had to get them to school。 And not long afterward； the doctors announced another victory for modern medicine and sent me home with her。 Amanda slept soundly all the way； and didn't wake when I got her out of her car seat。 The night sky was turning gray when I carried her up the driveway and into the house。
DAY 3
6：07 A。M。
The house was silent。 The kids were still asleep。 I found Julia standing in the dining room； looking out the window at the backyard。 The sprinklers were on； hissing and clicking。 Julia held a cup of coffee and stared out the window； unmoving。
I said； 〃We're back。〃
She turned。 〃She's okay？〃
I held out the baby to her。 〃Seems to be。〃
〃Thank God；〃 she said； 〃I was so worried； Jack。〃 But she didn't approach Amanda； and didn't touch her。 〃I was so worried。〃
Her voice was strange； distant。 She didn't really sound worried； she sounded formal； like someone reciting the rituals of another culture that they didn't really understand。 She took a sip from her coffee mug。
〃I couldn't sleep all night；〃 she said。 〃I was so worried。 I felt awful。 God。〃 Her eyes flicked to my face； then away。 She looked guilty。
〃Want to hold her？〃
〃I； uh 。。。〃 Julia shook her head； and nodded to the coffee cup in her hand。 〃Not right now；〃 she said。 〃I have to check the sprinklers。 They're overwatering my roses。〃 And she walked into the backyard。
I watched her go out in the back and stand looking at the sprinklers。 She glanced back at me； then made a show of checking the timer box on the wall。 She opened the lid and looked inside。 I didn't get it。 The gardeners had adjusted the sprinkler timers just last week。 Maybe they hadn't done it right。
Amanda snuffled in my arms。 I took her into the nursery to change her； and put her back in bed。 When I returned； I saw Julia in the kitchen； talking on her cell phone。 This was another new habit of hers。 She didn't use the house phone much anymore； she used her cell。 When I had asked her about it； she'd said it was just easier because she was calling long distance a lot； and the pany paid her cellular bills。
I slowed my approach； and walked on the carpet。 I heard her say； 〃Yes； damn it； of course I do； but we have to be careful now 。。。〃
She looked up and saw me ing。 Her tone immediately changed。 〃Okay； uh 。。。 look； Carol； I think we can handle that with a phone call to Frankfurt。 Follow up with a fax； and let me know how he responds； all right？〃 And she snapped the phone shut。 I came into the kitchen。 〃Jack； I hate to leave before the kids are up； but 。。。〃
〃You've got to go？〃
〃I'm afraid so。 Something's e up at work。〃
I glanced at my watch。 It was a quarter after six。 〃Okay。〃
She said； 〃So； will you； uh 。。。 the kids 。。。〃
〃Sure； I'll handle everything。〃
〃Thanks。 I'll call you later。〃
And she was gone。
I was so tired I wasn't thinking clearly。 The baby was still asleep； and with luck she'd sleep several hours more。 My housekeeper； Maria； came in at six…thirty and put out the breakfast bowls。 The kids ate and I drove them to school。 I was trying hard to stay awake。 I yawned。 Eric was sitting on the front seat next to me。 He yawned； too。
〃Sleepy today？〃
He nodded。 〃Those men kept waking me up；〃 he said。
〃What men？〃
〃The men that came in the house last night。〃
〃What men？〃 I said。
〃The vacuum men；〃 he said。 〃They vacuumed everything。 And they vacuumed up the ghost。〃
From the backseat； Nicole snickered。 〃The ghost 。。。〃
I said； 〃I think you were dreaming； son。〃 La