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Still
sitting
in
the
chair
beside
Danny
’
s
reading
table
,
she
let
her
eyes
wander
around
her
son
’
s
room
.
The
glider
’
s
wing
had
been
neatly
mended
.
His
desk
was
piled
high
with
picture
books
,
coloring
books
,
old
Spiderman
comic
books
with
the
covers
half
torn
off
,
Crayolas
,
and
an
untidy
pile
of
Lincoln
Logs
.
The
VW
model
was
neatly
placed
above
these
lesser
things
,
its
shrink
-
wrap
still
undisturbed
.
He
and
his
father
would
be
putting
it
together
tomorrow
night
or
the
night
after
if
Danny
went
on
at
this
rate
,
and
never
mind
the
end
of
the
week
.
His
pictures
of
Pooh
and
Eyore
and
Christopher
Robin
were
tacked
neatly
to
the
wall
,
soon
enough
to
be
replaced
with
pin
-
ups
and
photographs
of
dopesmoking
rock
singers
,
she
supposed
.
Innocence
to
experience
.
Human
nature
,
baby
.
Grab
it
and
growl
.
Still
it
made
her
sad
.
Next
year
he
would
be
in
school
and
she
would
lose
at
least
half
of
him
,
maybe
more
,
to
his
friends
.
She
and
Jack
had
tried
to
have
another
one
for
a
while
when
things
had
seemed
to
be
going
well
at
Stovington
,
but
she
was
on
the
pill
again
now
.
Things
were
too
uncertain
.
God
knew
where
they
would
be
in
nine
months
.
Her
eyes
fell
on
the
wasps
’
nest
.
It
held
the
ultimate
high
place
in
Danny
’
s
room
,
resting
on
a
large
plastic
plate
on
the
table
by
his
bed
.
She
didn
’
t
like
it
,
even
if
it
was
empty
.
She
wondered
vaguely
if
it
might
have
germs
,
thought
to
ask
Jack
,
then
decided
he
would
laugh
at
her
.
But
she
would
ask
the
doctor
tomorrow
,
if
she
could
catch
him
with
Jack
out
of
the
room
.
She
didn
’
t
like
the
idea
of
that
thing
,
constructed
from
the
chewings
and
saliva
of
so
many
alien
creatures
,
lying
within
a
foot
of
her
sleeping
son
’
s
head
.
The
water
in
the
bathroom
was
still
running
,
and
she
got
up
and
went
into
the
big
bedroom
to
make
sure
everything
was
okay
.
Jack
didn
’
t
look
up
;
he
was
lost
in
the
world
he
was
making
,
staring
at
the
typewriter
,
a
filter
cigarette
clamped
in
his
teeth
.
She
knocked
lightly
on
the
closed
bathroom
room
.
"
You
okay
,
doc
?
You
awake
?
"
No
answer
.
"
Danny
?
"
No
answer
.
She
tried
the
door
.
It
was
locked
.
"
Danny
?
"
She
was
worried
now
.
The
lack
of
any
sound
beneath
the
steadily
running
water
made
her
uneasy
.
"
Danny
?
Open
the
door
,
honey
.
"
