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〃Its　just　a　bruise。〃　He　sounded　sulky；　wanting　to　be　repentant：　a　little　boy。

For　an　instant　she　hated　him。

〃Maybe；〃　she　said　tightly。　〃Maybe　not。〃　She　heard　so　much　of　her　mother

talking　to　her　departed　father　in　her　own　voice　that　she　was　sickened　and

afraid。

〃Like　mother　like　daughter；〃　Jack　muttered。

〃Go　to　bed！〃　she　cried；　her　fear　ing　out　sounding　like　anger。　〃Go　to　bed；

youre　drunk！〃

〃Dont　tell　me　what　to　do。〃

〃Jack　。。。　please；　we　shouldnt　。。。　it　。。。〃　There　were　no　words。

〃Dont　tell　me　what　to　do；〃　he　repeated　sullenly；　and　then　went　into　the

bedroom。　She　was　left　alone　in　the　rocking　chair　with　Danny；　who　was　sleeping

again。　Five　minutes　later　Jacks　snores　came　floating　out　to　the　living　room。

That　had　been　the　first　night　she　had　slept　on　the　couch。

Now　she　turned　restlessly　on　the　bed；　already　dozing。　Her　mind；　freed　of　any

linear　order　by　encroaching　sleep；　floated　past　the　first　year　at　Stovington；

past　the　steadily　worsening　times　that　had　reached　low　ebb　when　her　husband　had

broken　Dannys　arm；　to　that　morning　in　the　breakfast　nook。

Danny　outside　playing　trucks　in　the　sandpile；　his　arm　still　in　the　cast。　Jack

sitting　at　the　table；　pallid　and　grizzled；　a　cigarette　jittering　between　his

fingers。　She　had　decided　to　ask　him　for　a　divorce。　She　had　pondered　the　question

from　a　hundred　different　angles；　had　been　pondering　it　in　fact　for　the　six

months　before　the　broken　arm。　She　told　herself　she　would　have　made　the　decision

long　ago　if　it　hadnt　been　for　Danny；　but　not　even　that　was　necessarily　true。

She　dreamed　on　the　long　nights　when　Jack　was　out；　and　her　dreams　were　always　of

her　mothers　face　and　of　her　own　wedding。

（Who　giveth　this　woman？　Her　father　standing　in　his　best　suit　which　was　none

too　good　—　he　was　a　traveling　salesman　for　a　line　of　canned　goods　that　even　then

was　going　broke　—　and　his　tired　face；　how　old　he　looked；　how　pale：　I　do。）

Even　after　the　accident　—　if　you　could　call　it　an　accident　—　she　had　not　been

able　to　bring　it　all　the　way　out；　to　admit　that　her　marriage　was　a　lopsided

defeat。　She　had　waited；　dumbly　hoping　that　a　miracle　would　occur　and　Jack　would

see　what　was　happening；　not　only　to　him　but　to　her。　But　there　had　been　no

slowdown。　A　drink　before　going　off　to　the　Academy。　Two　or　three　beers　with　lunch

at　the　Stovington　House。　Three　or　four　martinis　before　dinner。　Five　or　six　more

while　grading　papers。　The　weekends　were　worse。　The　nights　out　with　Al　Shockley

were　worse　still。　She　had　never　dreamed　there　could　be　so　much　pain　in　a　life

when　there　was　nothing　physically　wrong。　She　hurt　all　the　time。　How　much　of　it

was　her　fault？　That　question　haunted　her。　She　felt　like　her　mother。　Like　her

father。　Sometimes；　when　she　felt　like　herself　she　wondered　what　it　would　be　like

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