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           ThenextmorningJackcaughtTomgoingoutandhadspokentohimonthesidewalkatsomelength.TomstartedtoblusterandJackhadsaidsomethingelsetohim,tooquietlyforWendytohear,andTomhadonlyshakenhisheadsullenlyandwalkedaway.Thathadbeenaweekagoandforafewdaysthingshadbeenbetter,butsincetheweekendthingshadbeenworkingbacktonormal-excuseme,abnormal.Itwasbadfortheboy.

           Hersenseofgriefwashedoverheragainbutshewasonthewalknowandshesmotheredit.Sweepingherdressunderherandsittingdownonthecurbbesidehim,shesaid:"What’sup,doc?"

           Hesmiledatherbutitwasperfunctory."Hi,Mom."

           Thegliderwasbetweenhissneakeredfeet,andshesawthatoneofthewingshadstartedtosplinter.

           "WantmetoseewhatIcandowiththat,honey?"

           Dannyhadgonebacktostaringupthestreet."No.Dadwillfixit."

           "Yourdaddymaynotbebackuntilsuppertime,doc.It’salongdriveupintothosemountains."

           "Doyouthinkthebugwillbreakdown?"

           "No,Idon’tthinkso."Buthehadjustgivenhersomethingnewtoworryabout.Thanks,Danny.Ineededthat.

           "Dadsaiditmight,"Dannysaidinamatter-of-fact,almostboredmanner."Hesaidthefuelpumpwasallshottoshit."

           "Don’tsaythat,Danny."

           "Fuelpump?"heaskedherwithhonestsurprise.

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