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"
I
want
to
talk
to
you
about
something
that
might
be
best
for
Danny
and
I
.
For
you
too
,
maybe
.
We
should
have
talked
about
it
before
,
I
guess
.
"
And
then
he
had
said
an
odd
thing
.
She
had
expected
to
discover
his
anger
,
to
provoke
the
bitterness
,
the
recriminations
.
She
had
expected
a
mad
dash
for
the
liquor
cabinet
.
But
not
this
soft
,
almost
toneless
reply
that
was
so
unlike
him
.
It
was
almost
as
though
the
Jack
she
had
lived
with
for
six
years
had
never
come
back
last
night
-
as
if
he
had
been
replaced
by
some
unearthly
doppelganger
that
she
would
never
know
or
be
quite
sure
of
.
"
Would
you
do
something
for
me
?
A
favor
?
"
"
What
?
"
She
had
to
discipline
her
voice
strictly
to
keep
it
from
trembling
.
"
Let
’
s
talk
about
it
in
a
week
.
If
you
still
want
to
"
And
she
had
agreed
.
It
remained
unspoken
between
them
.
During
that
week
he
had
seen
Al
Shockley
more
than
ever
,
but
he
came
home
early
and
there
was
no
liquor
on
his
breath
.
She
imagined
she
smelled
it
,
but
knew
it
wasn
’
t
so
.
Another
week
.
And
another
.
Divorce
went
back
to
committee
,
unvoted
on
.
What
had
happened
?
She
still
wondered
and
still
had
not
the
slightest
idea
.
The
subject
was
taboo
between
them
.
He
was
like
a
man
who
had
leaned
around
a
corner
and
had
seen
an
unexpected
monster
lying
in
wait
,
crouching
among
the
dried
bones
of
its
old
kills
.
The
liquor
remained
in
the
cabinet
,
but
he
didn
’
t
touch
it
.
She
had
considered
throwing
them
out
a
dozen
times
but
in
the
end
always
backed
away
from
the
idea
,
as
if
some
unknown
charm
would
be
broken
by
the
act
.
And
there
was
Danny
’
s
part
in
it
to
consider
.
If
she
felt
she
didn
’
t
know
her
husband
,
then
she
was
in
awe
of
her
child
-
awe
in
the
strict
meaning
of
that
word
:
a
kind
of
undefined
superstitious
dread
.
