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Fee
slapped
the
contents
of
the
butter
churn
onto
the
table
and
attacked
the
watery
yellow
mound
with
two
wooden
pats
.
"
None
of
us
want
Frank
to
go
away
.
That
's
why
Daddy
's
going
to
see
he
's
brought
back
.
"
Her
mouth
quivered
for
a
moment
;
she
whacked
the
butter
harder
.
"
Poor
Frank
!
Poor
,
poor
Frank
!
"
she
sighed
,
not
to
Meggie
but
to
herself
.
"
I
do
n't
know
why
the
children
must
pay
for
our
sins
.
My
poor
Frank
,
so
out
of
things
...
"
Then
she
noticed
that
Meggie
had
stopped
ironing
,
and
shut
her
lips
,
and
said
no
more
.
Three
days
later
the
police
brought
Frank
back
.
He
had
put
up
a
terrific
struggle
,
the
Wanganui
sergeant
on
escort
duty
told
Paddy
.
"
What
a
fighter
you
've
got
!
When
he
saw
the
army
lads
were
a
wakeup
he
was
off
like
a
shot
,
down
the
steps
and
into
the
street
with
two
soldiers
after
him
.
If
he
had
n't
had
the
bad
luck
to
run
into
a
constable
on
patrol
,
I
reckon
he
'd
a
got
away
,
too
.
He
put
up
a
real
wacko
fight
;
took
five
of
them
to
get
the
manacles
on
.
"
So
saying
,
he
removed
Frank
's
heavy
chains
and
pushed
him
roughly
through
the
front
gate
;
he
stumbled
against
Paddy
,
and
shrank
away
as
if
the
contact
stung
.
The
children
were
skulking
by
the
side
of
the
house
twenty
feet
beyond
the
adults
,
watching
and
waiting
.
Bob
,
Jack
and
Hughie
stood
stiffly
,
hoping
Frank
would
put
up
another
fight
;
Stuart
just
looked
on
quietly
,
from
out
of
his
peaceful
,
sympathetic
little
soul
;
Meggie
held
her
hands
to
her
cheeks
,
pushing
and
kneading
at
them
in
an
agony
of
fear
that
someone
meant
to
hurt
Frank
.
He
turned
to
look
at
his
mother
first
,
black
eyes
into
grey
in
a
dark
and
bitter
communion
which
had
never
been
spoken
,
nor
ever
was
.
Paddy
's
fierce
blue
gaze
beat
him
down
,
contemptuous
and
scathing
,
as
if
this
was
what
he
had
expected
,
and
Frank
's
downcast
lids
acknowledged
his
right
to
be
angry
.
From
that
day
forward
Paddy
never
spoke
to
his
son
beyond
common
civility
.
But
it
was
the
children
Frank
found
hardest
to
face
,
ashamed
and
embarrassed
,
the
bright
bird
brought
home
with
the
sky
unplumbed
,
wings
clipped
,
song
drowned
into
silence
.
Meggie
waited
until
after
Fee
had
done
her
nightly
rounds
,
then
she
wriggled
through
the
open
window
and
made
off
across
the
backyard
.
She
knew
where
Frank
would
be
,
up
in
the
hay
in
the
barn
,
safe
from
prying
eyes
and
his
father
.
"
Frank
,
Frank
,
where
are
you
?
"
she
said
in
a
stage
whisper
as
she
shuffled
into
the
stilly
blackness
of
the
barn
,
her
toes
exploring
the
unknown
ground
in
front
of
her
as
sensitively
as
an
animal
.
"
Over
here
,
Meggie
,
"
came
his
tired
voice
,
hardly
Frank
's
voice
at
all
,
no
life
or
passion
to
it
.
