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She
had
no
goddam
right
!
Yes
,
maybe
at
first
.
He
had
been
a
lush
,
he
had
done
terrible
things
.
Breaking
Danny
’
s
arm
had
been
a
terrible
thing
.
But
if
a
man
reforms
,
doesn
’
t
he
deserve
to
have
his
reformation
credited
sooner
or
later
?
And
if
he
doesn
’
t
get
it
,
doesn
’
t
he
deserve
the
game
to
go
with
the
name
?
If
a
father
constantly
accuses
his
virginal
daughter
of
screwing
every
boy
in
junior
high
,
must
she
not
at
last
grow
weary
(
enough
)
of
it
to
earn
her
scoldings
?
And
if
a
wife
secretly
-
and
not
so
secretly
-
continues
to
believe
that
her
teetotaling
husband
is
a
drunk
…
He
got
up
,
walked
slowly
down
to
the
first
-
floor
landing
,
and
stood
there
for
a
moment
.
He
took
his
handkerchief
from
his
back
pocket
,
wiped
his
lips
with
it
,
and
considered
going
down
and
pounding
on
the
bedroom
door
,
demanding
to
be
let
in
so
he
could
see
his
son
.
She
had
no
right
to
be
so
goddam
highhanded
.
Well
,
sooner
or
later
she
’
d
have
to
come
out
,
unless
she
planned
a
radical
sort
of
diet
for
the
two
of
them
.
A
rather
ugly
grin
touched
his
lips
at
the
thought
.
Let
her
come
to
him
.
She
would
in
time
.
He
went
downstairs
to
the
ground
floor
,
stood
aimlessly
by
the
lobby
desk
for
a
moment
,
then
turned
right
.
He
went
into
the
dining
room
and
stood
just
inside
the
door
.
The
empty
tables
,
their
white
linen
cloths
neatly
cleaned
and
pressed
beneath
their
clear
plastic
covers
,
glimmered
up
at
him
.
All
was
deserted
now
but
(
Dinner
Will
Be
Served
at
8
P
.
M
.
Unm
asking
and
Dancing
At
Midnight
)
Jack
walked
among
the
tables
,
momentarily
forgetting
his
wife
and
son
upstairs
,
forgetting
the
dream
,
the
smashed
radio
,
the
bruises
.
He
trailed
his
fingers
over
the
slick
plastic
dustcovers
,
trying
to
imagine
how
it
must
have
been
on
that
hot
August
night
in
1945
,
the
war
won
,
the
future
stretching
ahead
so
various
and
new
,
like
a
land
of
dreams
.
The
bright
and
particolored
Japanese
lanterns
hung
the
whole
length
of
the
circular
drive
,
the
golden
-
yellow
light
spilling
from
these
high
windows
that
were
now
drifted
over
with
snow
.
