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The Bedroom

           

           "Youdidn’treallyseeanything,didyou?"shewasasking."Imean,whenyouwentuptothatroom.Youdidn’tseeanything?"

           Thelionsweregone.Nowhesawapinkpastelshowercurtainwithadarkshapeloungingbehindit.Thecloseddoor.Thatmuffled,hurriedthump,andsoundsafteritthatmighthavebeenrunningfootsteps.Thehorrible,lurchingbeatofhisownheartashestruggledwiththepasskey.

           "Nothing,"hesaid,andthatwastrue.Hehadbeenstrungtip,notsureofwhatwashappening.Hehadn’thadachancetosiftthroughhisthoughtsforareasonableexplanationconcerningthebruisesonhisson’sneck.Hehadbeenprettydamnsuggestiblehimself.Hallucinationscouldsometimesbecatching.

           "Andyouhaven’tchangedyourmind?Aboutthesnowmobile,Imean?"

           Hishandsclampedintosuddentightfists

           (Stopnaggingme!)

           byhissides."IsaidIwould,didn’tI?Iwill.Nowgotosleep.It’sbeenalonghardday."

           "Andhow,"shesaid.Therewasarustleofbedclothesassheturnedtowardhimandkissedhisshoulder."Iloveyou,Jack."

           "Iloveyoutoo,"hesaid,buthewasonlymouthingthewords.Hishandswerestillclenchedintofists.Theyfeltlikerocksontheendsofhisarms.Thepulsebeatprominentlyinhisforehead.Shehadn’tsaidawordaboutwhatwasgoingtohappentothemaftertheygotdown,whenthepartywasover.Notoneword.

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