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Danny

           "

           Heslouchedout,asmallboyinpajamabottomswithfeetandalargeflanneltopwithafootballonthefrontandNEWENGLANDPATRIOTSwrittenontheback.

           Jack’stypewriterstopped,andsheheardDanny’sheartysmack."Night,Daddy."

           "Goodnight,doc.How’dyoudo?"

           "Okay,Iguess.Mommymademestop."

           "Mommywasright.It’spasteight-thirty.Goingtothebathroom?"

           "Yeah."

           "Good.There’spotatoesgrowingoutofyourears.Andonionsandcarrotsandchivesand-"

           Danny’sgiggle,fading,thencutoffbythefirmclickofthebathroomdoor.Hewasprivateabouthisbathroomfunctions,whilebothsheandJackwereprettymuchcatch-as-catch-can.Anothersign-andtheyweremultiplyingallthetime-thattherewasanotherhumanbeingintheplace,notjustacarboncopyofoneofthemoracombinationofboth.Itmadeheralittlesad.Somedayherchildwouldbeastrangertoher,andshewouldbestrangetohim…butnotasstrangeasherownmotherhadbecometoher.Pleasedon’tletitbethatway,God.Lethimgrowupandstilllovehismother.

           Jack’stypewriterbeganitsirregularburstsagain.

           StillsittinginthechairbesideDanny’sreadingtable,shelethereyeswanderaroundherson’sroom.Theglider’swinghadbeenneatlymended.

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