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"
Changing
and
changing
.
The
trap
.
"
"
There
,
there
,
boy
.
"
LaFarge
stroked
the
boy
’
s
soft
curls
and
Tom
ceased
.
LaFarge
helped
wife
and
son
from
the
boat
.
"
Here
we
are
!
"
Anna
smiled
at
all
the
lights
,
listening
to
the
music
from
the
drinking
houses
,
the
pianos
,
the
phonographs
,
watching
people
,
arm
in
arm
,
striding
by
in
the
crowded
streets
.
"
I
wish
I
was
home
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
You
never
talked
that
way
before
,
"
said
the
mother
.
"
You
always
liked
Saturday
nights
in
town
.
"
"
Stay
close
to
me
,
"
whispered
Tom
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
get
trapped
.
"
Anna
overheard
.
"
Stop
talking
that
way
;
come
along
!
"
LaFarge
noticed
that
the
boy
held
his
hand
.
LaFarge
squeezed
it
.
"
I
’
ll
stick
with
you
,
Tommy
-
boy
.
"
He
looked
at
the
throngs
coming
and
going
and
it
worried
him
also
.
"
We
won
’
t
stay
long
.
"
"
Nonsense
,
we
’
ll
spend
the
evening
,
"
said
Anna
.
