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As
Jack
got
out
,
Danny
opened
the
bug
’
s
glovebox
and
took
out
the
five
battered
gas
station
maps
:
Colorado
,
Nebraska
,
Utah
,
Wyoming
,
New
Mexico
.
He
loved
road
maps
,
loved
to
trace
where
the
roads
went
with
his
finger
.
As
far
as
he
was
concerned
,
new
maps
were
the
best
part
of
moving
West
.
Jack
went
to
the
drugstore
counter
,
got
Danny
’
s
candy
bar
,
and
newspaper
,
and
a
copy
of
the
October
Writer
’
s
Digest
.
He
gave
the
girl
a
five
and
asked
for
his
change
in
quarters
.
With
the
silver
in
his
hand
he
walked
over
to
the
telephone
booth
by
the
keymaking
machine
and
slipped
inside
.
From
here
he
could
see
Danny
in
the
bug
through
three
sets
of
glass
.
The
boy
’
s
head
was
bent
studiously
over
his
maps
.
Jack
felt
a
wave
of
nearly
desperate
love
for
the
boy
.
The
emotion
showed
on
his
face
as
a
stony
grimness
.
He
supposed
he
could
have
made
his
obligatory
thank
-
you
call
to
Al
from
home
;
he
certainly
wasn
’
t
going
to
say
anything
Wendy
would
object
to
.
It
was
his
pride
that
said
no
.
These
days
he
almost
always
listened
to
what
his
pride
told
him
to
do
,
because
along
with
his
wife
and
son
,
six
hundred
dollars
in
a
checking
account
,
and
one
weary
1968
Volkswagen
,
his
pride
was
all
that
was
left
.
The
only
thing
that
was
his
.
Even
the
checking
account
was
joint
.
A
year
ago
he
had
been
teaching
English
in
one
of
the
finest
prep
schools
in
New
England
.
There
had
been
friends
-
although
not
exactly
the
same
ones
he
’
d
had
before
going
on
the
wagon
-
some
laughs
,
fellow
faculty
members
who
admired
his
deft
touch
in
the
classroom
and
his
private
dedication
to
writing
.
Things
had
been
very
good
six
months
ago
.
All
at
once
there
was
enough
money
left
over
at
the
end
of
each
two
-
week
pay
period
to
start
a
little
savings
account
.
In
his
drinking
days
there
had
never
been
a
penny
left
over
,
even
though
Al
Shockley
had
stood
a
great
many
of
the
rounds
.
He
and
Wendy
had
begun
to
talk
cautiously
about
finding
a
house
and
making
a
down
payment
in
a
year
or
so
.
A
farmhouse
in
the
country
,
take
six
or
eight
years
to
renovate
it
completely
,
what
the
hell
,
they
were
young
,
they
had
time
.
Then
he
had
lost
his
temper
.
George
Hatfield
.
The
smell
of
hope
had
turned
to
the
smell
of
old
leather
in
Crommert
’
s
office
,
the
whole
thing
like
some
scene
from
his
own
play
:
the
old
prints
of
previous
Stovington
headmasters
on
the
walls
,
steel
engravings
of
the
school
as
it
had
been
in
1879
,
when
it
was
first
built
,
and
in
1895
,
when
Vanderbilt
money
had
enabled
them
to
build
the
field
house
that
still
stood
at
the
west
end
of
the
soccer
field
,
squat
,
immense
,
dressed
in
ivy
.
April
ivy
had
been
rustling
outside
Crommert
’
s
slit
window
and
the
drowsy
sound
of
steam
heat
came
from
the
radiator
.
It
was
no
set
,
he
remembered
thinking
.
It
was
real
.
His
life
.
How
could
he
have
fucked
it
up
so
badly
?
"
This
is
a
serious
situation
,
Jack
.
Terribly
serious
.
The
Board
has
asked
me
to
convey
its
decision
to
you
.
"
The
Board
wanted
lack
’
s
resignation
and
Jack
had
given
it
to
them
.
Under
different
circumstances
,
he
would
have
gotten
tenure
that
June
.
