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"
From
what
Danny
told
me
,
his
'
invisible
friend
’
was
truly
a
friend
until
you
folks
moved
out
here
from
New
England
.
Tony
has
only
become
a
threatening
figure
since
that
move
.
The
pleasant
interludes
have
become
nightmarish
,
even
more
frightening
to
your
son
because
he
can
’
t
remember
exactly
what
the
nightmares
are
about
.
That
’
s
common
enough
.
We
all
remember
our
pleasant
dreams
more
clearly
than
the
scary
ones
.
There
seems
to
be
a
buffer
somewhere
between
the
conscious
and
the
subconscious
,
and
one
hell
of
a
bluenose
lives
in
there
.
This
censor
only
lets
through
a
small
amount
,
and
often
what
does
come
through
is
only
symbolic
.
That
’
s
oversimplified
Freud
,
but
it
does
pretty
much
describe
what
we
know
of
the
mind
’
s
interaction
with
itself
.
"
"
You
think
moving
has
upset
Danny
that
badly
?
"
Wendy
asked
.
"
It
may
have
,
if
the
move
took
place
under
traumatic
circumstances
,
"
Edmonds
said
.
"
Did
it
?
"
Wendy
and
Jack
exchanged
a
glance
.
"
I
was
teaching
at
a
prep
school
,
"
Jack
said
slowly
.
"
I
lost
my
job
.
"
"
I
see
,
"
Edmonds
said
.
He
put
the
pen
he
bad
been
playing
with
firmly
back
in
its
holder
.
"
There
’
s
more
here
,
I
’
m
afraid
.
It
may
be
painful
to
you
.
Your
son
seems
to
believe
you
two
have
seriously
contemplated
divorce
.
He
spoke
of
it
in
an
offhand
way
,
but
only
because
he
believes
you
are
no
longer
considering
it
.
"
Jack
’
s
mouth
dropped
open
,
and
Wendy
recoiled
as
if
slapped
.
The
blood
drained
from
her
face
.
"
We
never
even
discussed
it
!
"
she
said
.
"
Not
in
front
of
him
,
not
even
in
front
of
each
other
!
We
-
"
"
I
think
it
’
s
best
if
you
understand
everything
,
Doctor
,
"
Jack
said
.
"
Shortly
after
Danny
was
born
,
I
became
an
alcoholic
.
I
’
d
had
a
drinking
problem
all
the
way
through
college
,
it
subsided
a
little
after
Wendy
and
I
met
,
cropped
up
worse
than
ever
after
Danny
was
born
and
the
writing
I
consider
to
be
my
real
work
was
going
badly
.
When
Danny
was
three
and
a
half
,
he
spilled
some
beer
on
a
bunch
of
papers
I
was
working
on
…
papers
I
was
shuffling
around
,
anyway
…
and
I
…
well
…
oh
shit
.
