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Catatonic

           

           Herownbewildermentandsurprisewereoverlaidbyshock:hewasgoingtocry.Shehadseenhimcrybefore,butneversincehestoppeddrinking…andneverinthosedaysunlesshewasverydrunkandpatheticallyremorseful.Hewasatightman,drum-tight,andhislossofcontrolfrightenedheralloveragain.

           Hecametowardher,thetearsbrimmingoverhislowerlidsnow,hisheadshakinginvoluntarilyasifinafruitlessefforttowardoffthisemotionalstorm,andhischestdrewinaconvulsivegaspthatwasexpelledinahuge,rackingsob.Hisfeet,cladinHushPuppies,stumbledoverthewreckoftheradioandhealmostfellintoherarms,makingherstaggerbackwithhisweight.Hisbreathblewintoherfaceandtherewasnosmellofliquoronit.Ofcoursenot;therewasnoliquoruphere.

           "What’swrong?"Sheheldhimasbestshecould."Jack,whatisit?"

           Buthecoulddonothingatfirstbutsob,clingingtoher,almostcrushingthewindfromher,hisheadturningonhershoulderinthathelpless,shaking,warding-offgesture.Hissobswereheavyandfierce.Hewasshudderingallover,hismusclesjerkingbeneathhisplaidshirtandjeans.

           "Jack?What?Tellmewhat’swrong!"

           Atlastthesobsbegantochangethemselvesintowords,mostofthemincoherentatfirst,butcomingclearerashistearsbegantospendthemselves.

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