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But
this
afternoon
his
mother
had
no
need
to
worry
and
he
wished
he
could
go
to
her
and
tell
her
that
.
The
bug
had
not
broken
down
.
Daddy
was
not
off
somewhere
doing
the
Bad
Thing
.
He
was
almost
home
now
,
put
-
putting
along
the
highway
between
Lyons
and
Boulder
.
For
the
moment
his
daddy
wasn
’
t
even
thinking
about
the
Bad
Thing
.
He
was
thinking
about
…
about
…
Danny
looked
furtively
behind
him
at
the
kitchen
window
.
Sometimes
thinking
very
hard
made
something
happen
to
him
.
It
made
things
-
real
things
-
go
away
,
and
then
he
saw
things
that
weren
’
t
there
.
Once
,
not
long
after
they
put
the
cast
on
his
arm
,
this
had
happened
at
the
supper
table
.
They
weren
’
t
talking
much
to
each
other
then
.
But
they
were
thinking
.
Oh
yes
.
The
thoughts
of
DIVORCE
hung
over
the
kitchen
table
like
a
cloud
full
of
black
rain
,
pregnant
,
ready
to
burst
.
It
was
so
bad
he
couldn
’
t
eat
.
The
thought
of
eating
with
all
that
black
DIVORCE
around
made
him
want
to
throw
up
.
And
because
it
had
seemed
desperately
important
,
he
had
thrown
himself
fully
into
concentration
and
something
had
happened
.
When
he
came
back
to
real
things
,
he
was
lying
on
the
floor
with
beans
and
mashed
potatoes
in
his
lap
and
his
mommy
was
holding
him
and
crying
and
Daddy
had
been
on
the
phone
.
He
had
been
frightened
,
had
tried
to
explain
to
them
that
there
was
nothing
wrong
.
that
this
sometimes
happened
to
him
when
he
concentrated
on
understanding
more
than
what
normallv
came
to
him
.
He
tried
to
explain
about
Tony
,
who
they
called
his
"
invisible
playmate
.
"
His
father
had
said
:
"
He
’
s
having
a
Ha
Loo
Sin
Nation
.
He
seems
okay
,
but
I
want
the
doctor
to
look
at
him
anyway
.
"
After
the
doctor
left
,
Mommy
had
made
him
promise
to
never
do
that
again
,
to
never
scare
them
that
way
,
and
Danny
had
agreed
.
He
was
frightened
himself
.
Because
when
he
bad
concentrated
his
mind
,
it
had
flown
out
to
his
daddy
,
and
for
just
a
moment
,
before
Tony
had
appeared
(
far
away
,
as
be
always
did
,
calling
distantly
)
and
the
strange
things
had
blotted
out
their
kitchen
and
the
carved
roast
on
the
blue
plate
,
for
just
a
moment
his
own
consciousness
had
plunged
through
his
daddy
’
s
darkness
to
an
incomprehensible
word
much
more
frightening
than
DIVORCE
,
and
that
word
was
SUICIDE
.
Danny
had
never
come
across
it
again
in
his
daddy
’
s
mind
,
and
he
had
certainly
not
gone
looking
for
it
.
He
didn
’
t
care
if
he
never
found
out
exactly
what
that
word
meant
.
But
he
did
like
to
concentrate
,
because
sometimes
Tony
would
come
.
Not
every
time
.
Sometimes
things
just
got
woozy
and
swimmy
for
a
minute
and
then
cleared
-
most
times
,
in
fact
-
but
at
other
times
Tony
would
appear
at
the
very
limit
of
his
vision
,
calling
distantly
and
beckoning
…
It
had
happened
twice
since
they
moved
to
Boulder
,
and
he
remembered
how
surprised
and
pleased
he
had
been
to
find
Tony
had
followed
him
all
the
way
from
Vermont
.
So
all
his
friends
hadn
’
t
been
left
behind
after
all
.
The
first
time
he
had
been
out
in
the
back
yard
and
nothing
much
had
happened
.
Just
Tony
beckoning
and
then
darkness
and
a
few
minutes
later
he
had
come
back
to
real
things
with
a
few
vague
fragments
of
memory
,
like
a
jumbled
dream
.
The
second
time
,
two
weeks
ago
,
had
been
more
interesting
.
Tony
,
beckoning
,
calling
from
four
yards
over
:
"
Danny
…
come
see
…
"
It
seemed
that
he
was
getting
up
,
then
falling
into
a
deep
hole
,
like
Alice
into
Wonderland
.
Then
he
had
been
in
the
basement
of
the
apartment
house
and
Tony
had
been
beside
him
,
pointing
into
the
shadows
at
the
trunk
his
daddy
carried
all
his
important
papers
in
,
especially
"
THE
PLAY
.
"
"
See
?
"
Tony
had
said
in
his
distant
,
musical
voice
.
"
It
’
s
under
thestairs
.
Right
under
the
stairs
.
The
movers
put
it
right
…
under
…
the
stairs
.
"
