ack said grimly。 He had found the flash attachment； and he jabbed it
onto the camera。 〃Hold it out； son。 I figure about five thousand dollars a
sting。〃
〃What are you talking about？〃 Wendy nearly screamed。
〃I'll tell you what；〃 he said。 〃I followed the directions on that fucking bug
bomb。 We're going to sue them。 The damn thing was defective。 Had to have been。
How else can you explain this？〃
〃Oh；〃 she said in a small voice。
He took four pictures； pulling out each covered print for Wendy to time on the
small locket watch she wore around her neck。 Danny； fascinated with the idea
that his stung hand might be worth thousands and thousands of dollars； began to
lose some of his fright and take an active interest。 The hand throbbed dully；
and he had a small headache。
When Jack had put the camera away and spread the prints out on top of the
dresser to dry； Wendy said： 〃Should we take him to the doctor tonight？〃
〃Not unless he's really in pain；〃 Jack said。 〃If a person has a strong allergy
to wasp venom； it hits within thirty seconds。〃
〃Hits？ What do you — 〃
〃A a。 Or convulsions。〃
〃Oh。 Oh my Jesus。〃 She cupped her hands over her elbows and hugged herself；
looking pale and wan。
〃How do you feel； son？ Think you could sleep？〃
Danny blinked at them。 The nightmare had faded to a dull； featureless
background in his mind； but he was still frightened。
〃If I can sleep with you。〃
〃Of course；〃 Wendy said。 〃Oh honey； I'm so sorry。〃
〃It's okay； Mommy。〃
She began to cry again； and Jack put his hands on her shoulders。 〃Wendy； I
swear to you that I followed the directions。〃
〃Will you get rid of i