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Living
by
your
wits
is
always
knowing
where
the
wasps
are
.
He
put
another
Triscuit
into
his
mouth
and
crunched
it
up
.
What
it
really
came
down
to
,
he
supposed
,
was
their
lack
of
trust
in
him
.
Their
failure
to
believe
that
he
knew
what
was
best
for
them
and
how
to
get
it
.
His
wife
had
tried
to
usurp
him
,
first
by
fair
(
sort
of
)
means
,
then
by
foul
.
When
her
little
hints
and
whining
objections
had
been
overturned
by
his
own
well
-
reasoned
arguments
,
she
had
turned
his
boy
against
him
,
tried
to
kill
him
with
a
bottle
,
and
then
had
locked
him
,
of
all
places
,
in
the
goddamned
fucking
pantry
.
Still
,
a
small
interior
voice
nagged
him
.
(
Yes
but
where
did
the
liquor
come
from
?
Isn
’
t
that
really
the
central
point
?
You
know
what
happens
when
you
drink
,
you
know
it
from
bitter
experience
.
When
you
drink
,
you
lose
your
wits
.
)
He
hurled
the
box
of
Triscuits
across
the
small
room
.
They
struck
a
shelf
of
canned
goods
and
fell
to
the
floor
.
He
looked
at
the
box
,
wiped
his
lips
with
his
hand
,
and
then
looked
at
his
watch
.
It
was
almost
six
-
thirty
.
He
had
been
in
here
for
hours
.
His
wife
had
locked
him
in
here
and
he
’
d
been
here
for
fucking
hours
.
He
could
begin
to
sympathize
with
his
father
The
thing
he
’
d
never
asked
himself
,
Jack
realized
now
,
was
exactly
what
had
driven
his
daddy
to
drink
in
the
first
place
.
And
really
…
when
you
came
right
down
to
what
his
old
students
had
been
pleased
to
call
the
nifty
-
gritty
…
hadn
’
t
it
been
the
woman
he
was
married
to
?
A
milksop
sponge
of
a
woman
,
always
dragging
silently
around
the
house
with
an
expression
of
doomed
martyrdom
on
her
face
?
A
ball
and
chain
around
Daddy
’
s
ankle
?
No
,
not
ball
and
chain
.
She
had
never
actively
tried
to
make
Daddy
a
prisoner
,
the
way
Wendy
had
done
to
him
.
For
Jack
’
s
father
it
must
have
been
more
like
the
fate
of
McTeague
the
dentist
at
the
end
of
Frank
Norris
’
s
great
novel
:
handcuffed
to
a
dead
man
in
the
wasteland
.
Yes
,
that
was
better
.
Mentally
and
spiritually
dead
,
his
mother
had
been
handcuffed
to
his
father
by
matrimony
.
Still
,
Daddy
had
tried
to
do
right
as
he
dragged
her
rotting
corpse
through
life
.
He
had
tried
to
bring
the
four
children
up
to
know
right
from
wrong
,
to
understand
discipline
,
and
above
all
,
to
respect
their
father
.
