Catatonic

           Wendyrandownthehallinherstockingfeetandrandownthemainstairstothelobbytwoatatime.Shedidn’tlookupatthecarpetedflightthatledtothesecondfloor,butifshehad,shewouldhaveseenDannystandingatthetopofthem,stillandsilent,hisunfocusedeyesdirectedoutintoindifferentspace,histhumbinhismouth,thecollarandshouldersofhisshirtdamp.Therewerepuffybruisesonhisneckandjustbelowhischin.

           Jack’scrieshadceased,butthatdidnothingtoeaseherfear.Rippedoutofhersleepbyhisvoice,raisedinthatoldhectoringpitchsherememberedsowell,shestillfeltthatshewasdreaming-butanotherpartknewshewasawake,andthatterrifiedhermore.Shehalf-expectedtoburstintotheofficeandfindhimstandingoverDanny’ssprawled-outbody,drunkandconfused.

           ShepushedthroughthedoorandJackwasstandingthere,rubbingathistempleswithhisfingers.Hisfacewasghostwhite.Thetwo-wayCBradiolayathisfeetinasprinklingofbrokenglass.

           "Wendy?"heaskeduncertainly."Wendy-?"

           Thebewildermentseemedtogrowandforamomentshesawhistrueface,theoneheordinarilykeptsowellhidden,anditwasafaceofdesperateunhappiness,thefaceofananimalcaughtinasnarebeyonditsabilitytodecipherandrenderharmless.Thenthemusclesbegantowork,begantowritheundertheskin,themouthbegantotrembleinfirmly,theAdam’sapplebegantoriseandfall.

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