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"
Nothing
but
the
truth
.
I
told
her
this
is
what
it
gets
you
,
marrying
against
your
parents
"
wishes
.
I
told
her
--
"
"
Did
you
say
that
?
"
Louis
asked
incredulously
.
"
You
did
n't
really
say
that
,
did
you
?
"
"
That
and
more
,
"
Irwin
Goldman
said
.
"
I
always
knew
it
would
come
to
this
--
this
or
something
like
it
.
I
knew
what
kind
of
a
man
you
were
the
first
time
I
saw
you
.
"
He
leaned
forward
,
exhaling
Scotch
fumes
.
"
I
saw
through
you
,
you
prancing
little
fraud
of
a
doctor
.
You
enticed
my
daughter
into
a
stupid
,
feckless
marriage
and
then
you
turned
her
into
a
scullery
maid
and
then
you
let
her
son
be
run
down
in
the
highway
like
a.
.
.
a
chipmunk
.
"
Most
of
this
went
over
Louis
's
head
.
He
was
still
groping
with
the
idea
that
this
stupid
little
man
could
have
--
"
You
said
that
to
her
?
"
he
repeated
.
"
You
said
it
?
"
"
I
hope
you
rot
in
hell
!
"
Goldman
said
,
and
heads
turned
sharply
toward
the
sound
of
his
voice
.
Tears
began
to
squeeze
out
of
Irwin
Goldman
's
bloodshot
brown
eyes
.
His
bald
head
glowed
under
the
muted
fluorescent
lights
.
"
You
made
my
wonderful
daughter
into
a
scullery
maid
...
destroyed
her
future
...
took
her
away
...
and
let
my
grandson
die
a
dirty
death
in
a
country
road
.
"
His
voice
rose
to
a
hectoring
scream
.
"
Where
were
you
?
Sitting
on
your
ass
while
he
was
playing
in
the
road
?
Thinking
about
your
stupid
medical
articles
?
What
were
you
doing
,
you
shit
?
You
stinking
shit
!
Killer
of
children
!
Ki
--
"
There
they
were
.
There
they
were
at
the
front
of
the
East
Room
.
There
they
were
,
and
Louis
saw
his
arm
go
out
.
He
saw
the
sleeve
of
his
suit
coat
pull
back
from
the
cuff
of
his
white
shirt
.
He
saw
the
mellow
gleam
of
one
cufflink
.
Rachel
had
given
him
the
set
for
their
third
wedding
anniversary
,
never
knowing
that
her
husband
would
someday
wear
these
cufflinks
to
the
funeral
ceremonies
of
their
then-unborn
son
.
His
fist
was
just
something
tied
to
the
end
of
his
arm
.
It
connected
with
Goldman
's
mouth
.
He
felt
the
old
man
's
lips
squash
and
splay
back
.
It
was
a
sickening
feeling
,
really
--
squashing
a
slug
with
your
fist
might
feel
something
like
that
.
There
was
no
satisfaction
in
it
.
Beneath
the
flesh
of
his
father-in-law
's
lips
he
could
feel
the
stern
,
unyielding
regularity
of
his
dentures
.
