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The Bedroom

           Shebrushedhishairwithherotherhand."Iguessyou’vegotaright,afterwhatIaccusedyouof.SometimesIamlikemymother.Icanbeabitch.Butyouhavetounderstandthatsomethings…arehardtogetover.Youhavetounderstandthat."

           "Doyoumeanhisarm?"Hislipshadthinned.

           "Yes,"Wendysaid,andthensherushedon:"Butit’snotjustyou.Iworrywhenhegoesouttoplay.Iworryabouthimwantingatwo-wheelernextyear,evenonewithtrainingwheels.Iworryabouthisteethandhiseyesightandaboutthisthing,whathecallshisshine.Iworry.Becausehe’slittleandheseemsveryfragileandbecause…becausesomethinginthishotelseemstowanthim.Anditwillgothroughustogethimifithasto.That’swhywemustgethimout,Jack.Iknowthat!Ifeelthat!Wemustgethimout!"

           Herhandhadtightenedpainfullyonhisshoulderinheragitation,buthedidn’tmoveaway.Onehandfoundthefirmweightofherleftbreastandhebegantostrokeitthroughhershirt.

           "Wendy,"hesaid,andstopped.Shewaitedforhimtorearrangewhateverhehadtosay.Hisstronghandonherbreastfeltgood,soothing."Icouldmaybesnowshoehimdown.Hecouldwalkpartofthewayhimself,butIwouldmostlyhavetocarryhim.Itwouldmeancampingoutone,two,maybethreenights.Thatwouldmeanbuildingatravoistocarrysuppliesandbedrollson.

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