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He
went
to
Danny
’
s
worktable
,
rummaged
in
its
drawers
,
and
came
up
with
a
big
jigsaw
puzzle
with
a
fiberboard
backing
.
He
took
it
over
to
the
bedtable
and
carefully
slid
the
bowl
and
the
nest
onto
it
.
The
wasps
buzzed
angrily
inside
their
prison
.
Then
,
putting
his
hand
firmly
on
top
of
the
bowl
so
it
wouldn
’
t
slip
,
he
went
out
into
the
hall
.
"
Coming
to
bed
,
Jack
?
"
Wendy
asked
.
"
Coming
to
bed
,
Daddy
?
"
"
Have
to
go
downstairs
for
a
minute
,
"
he
said
,
making
his
voice
light
.
How
had
it
happened
?
How
in
God
’
s
name
?
The
bomb
sure
hadn
’
t
been
a
dud
.
He
had
seen
the
thick
white
smoke
start
to
puff
out
of
it
when
he
had
pulled
the
ring
.
And
when
he
had
gone
up
two
hours
later
,
he
had
shaken
a
drift
of
small
dead
bodies
out
of
the
hole
in
the
top
.
Then
how
?
Spontaneous
regeneration
?
That
was
crazy
.
Seventeenth
-
century
bullshit
.
Insects
didn
’
t
regenerate
.
And
even
if
wasp
eggs
could
mature
full
-
grown
insects
in
twelve
hours
,
this
wasn
’
t
the
season
in
which
the
queen
laid
.
That
happened
in
April
or
May
.
Fall
was
their
dying
time
.
A
living
contradiction
,
the
wasps
buzzed
furiously
under
the
bowl
.
