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The
competition
at
UNH
had
been
fierce
,
and
Jack
carried
an
extra
burden
in
his
writing
.
He
put
in
at
least
an
hour
at
it
every
night
.
It
was
his
routine
.
The
Saturday
sessions
were
necessary
therapy
.
They
let
something
out
of
him
that
might
otherwise
have
swelled
and
swelled
until
he
burst
.
At
the
end
of
his
grad
work
he
had
landed
the
job
at
Stovington
,
mostly
on
the
strength
of
his
stories
-
four
of
them
published
at
that
time
,
one
of
them
in
Esquire
.
She
remembered
that
day
clearly
enough
;
it
would
take
more
than
three
years
to
forget
it
.
She
had
almost
thrown
the
envelope
away
,
thinking
it
was
a
subscription
offer
.
Opening
it
,
she
had
found
instead
that
it
was
a
letter
saying
that
Esquire
would
like
to
use
Jack
’
s
story
"
Concerning
the
Black
Holes
"
early
the
following
year
.
They
would
pay
nine
hundred
dollars
,
not
on
publication
but
on
acceptance
.
That
was
nearly
half
a
year
’
s
take
typing
papers
and
she
had
flown
to
the
telephone
,
leaving
Danny
in
his
high
chair
to
goggle
comically
after
her
,
his
face
lathered
with
creamed
peas
and
beef
puree
.
Jack
had
arrived
from
the
university
forty
-
five
minutes
later
,
the
Buick
weighted
down
with
seven
friends
and
a
keg
of
beer
.
After
a
ceremonial
toast
(
Wendy
also
had
a
glass
,
although
she
ordinarily
had
no
taste
for
beer
)
,
Jack
had
signed
the
acceptance
letter
,
put
it
in
the
return
envelope
,
and
went
down
the
block
to
drop
it
in
the
letter
box
.
When
he
came
back
he
stood
gravely
in
the
door
and
said
,
"
Veni
,
vidi
,
vici
.
"
There
were
cheers
and
applause
.
When
the
keg
was
empty
at
eleven
that
night
,
Jack
and
the
only
two
others
who
were
still
ambulatory
went
on
to
hit
a
few
bars
.
She
had
gotten
him
aside
in
the
downstairs
hallway
.
The
other
two
were
already
out
in
the
car
,
drunkenly
singing
the
New
Hampshire
fight
song
.
Jack
was
down
on
one
knee
,
owlishly
fumbling
with
the
lacings
of
his
moccasins
.
"
Jack
,
"
she
said
,
"
you
shouldn
’
t
.
You
can
’
t
even
tie
your
shoes
,
let
alone
drive
.
"
He
stood
up
and
put
his
hands
calmly
on
her
shoulders
.
"
Tonight
I
could
fly
to
the
moon
if
I
wanted
to
.
"
"
No
,
"
she
said
.
"
Not
for
all
the
Esquire
stories
in
the
world
.
"
"
I
’
ll
be
home
early
.
"
But
he
hadn
’
t
been
home
until
four
in
the
morning
,
stumbling
and
mumbling
his
way
up
the
stairs
,
waking
Danny
up
when
he
came
in
.
