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Now
he
had
the
clear
picture
of
Charlie
’
s
mother
,
screaming
at
him
,
holding
a
leather
belt
in
her
hand
,
and
his
father
trying
to
hold
her
back
.
"
Enough
,
Rose
!
You
’
ll
kill
him
!
Leave
him
alone
!
"
His
mother
straining
forward
to
lash
at
him
,
just
out
of
reach
now
so
that
the
belt
swishes
past
his
shoulder
as
he
writhes
and
twists
away
from
it
on
the
floor
.
"
Look
at
him
!
"
Rose
screams
.
"
He
can
’
t
learn
to
read
and
write
,
but
he
knows
enough
to
look
at
a
girl
that
way
.
I
’
ll
beat
that
filth
out
of
his
mind
.
"
"
He
can
’
t
help
it
if
he
gets
an
erection
.
It
’
s
normal
.
He
didn
’
t
do
anything
.
"
"
He
’
s
got
no
business
to
think
that
way
about
girls
.
A
friend
of
his
sister
’
s
comes
to
the
house
and
he
starts
think
ing
like
that
!
I
’
ll
teach
him
so
he
never
forgets
.
Do
you
hear
?
If
you
ever
touch
a
girl
,
I
’
ll
put
you
away
in
a
cage
,
like
an
animal
,
for
the
rest
of
your
life
.
Do
you
hear
me
?
.
.
.
"
I
still
hear
her
.
But
perhaps
I
had
been
released
Maybe
the
fear
and
nausea
was
no
longer
a
sea
to
drown
in
,
but
only
a
pool
of
water
reflecting
the
past
alongside
the
now
.
Was
I
free
?
If
I
could
reach
Alice
in
time
—
without
thinking
about
it
,
before
it
overwhelmed
me
—
maybe
the
panic
wouldn
’
t
happen
.
If
only
I
could
make
my
mind
a
blank
.
I
managed
to
choke
out
:
"
You
.
.
.
you
do
it
!
Hold
me
!
"
And
before
I
knew
what
she
was
doing
,
she
was
kissing
me
,
holding
me
closer
than
anyone
had
ever
held
me
before
.
But
at
the
moment
I
should
have
come
closest
of
all
,
it
started
:
the
buzzing
,
the
chill
,
and
the
nausea
.
I
turned
away
from
her
.
She
tried
to
soothe
me
,
to
tell
me
it
didn
’
t
matter
,
that
there
was
no
reason
to
blame
myself
.
But
ashamed
,
and
no
longer
able
to
control
my
anguish
,
I
began
to
sob
.
There
in
her
arms
I
cried
myself
to
sleep
,
and
I
dreamed
of
the
courtier
and
the
pink
-
cheeked
maiden
.
But
in
my
dream
it
was
the
maiden
who
held
the
sword
.
June
5
Nemur
is
upset
because
I
haven
’
t
turned
in
any
progress
reports
in
almost
two
weeks
(
and
he
’
s
justified
be
cause
the
Welberg
Foundation
has
begun
paying
me
a
salary
out
of
the
grant
so
that
I
won
’
t
have
to
look
for
a
job
)
.
The
International
Psychological
Convention
at
Chicago
is
only
a
week
away
.
He
wants
his
preliminary
re
port
to
be
as
full
as
possible
,
since
Algernon
and
I
are
the
prime
exhibits
for
his
presentation
.
