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Night Thoughts

           Hehadtriedtosoothethebabyanddroppedhimonthefloor.Wendyhadrushedout,thinkingofwhathermotherwouldthinkifshesawthebruisebeforeshethoughtofanythingelse-Godhelpher,Godhelpthemboth-andthenpickedDannyup,satintherockingchairwithhim,soothedhim.ShehadbeenthinkingofhermotherformostofthefivehoursJackhadbeengone,hermother’sprophecythatJackwouldnevercometoanything.Bigideas,hermotherhadsaid.Sure.Thewelfarelinesarefullofeducatedfoolswithbigideas.DidtheEsquirestorymakehermotherwrongorright?Winnifred,you’renotholdingthatbabyright.Givehimtome.Andwasshenotholdingherhusbandright?Whyelsewouldhetakehisjoyoutofthehouse?Ahelplesskindofterrorhadrisenupinheranditneveroccurredtoherthathehadgoneoutforreasonsthathadnothingtodowithher.

           "Congratulations,"shesaid,rockingDanny-hewasalmostasleepagain."Maybeyougavehimaconcussion."

           "It’sjustabruise."Hesoundedsulky,wantingtoberepentant:alittleboy.Foraninstantshehatedhim.

           "Maybe,"shesaidtightly."Maybenot."Sheheardsomuchofhermothertalkingtoherdepartedfatherinherownvoicethatshewassickenedandafraid.

           "Likemotherlikedaughter,"Jackmuttered.

           "Gotobed!"shecried,herfearcomingoutsoundinglikeanger."Gotobed,you’redrunk!"

           "Don’ttellmewhattodo.

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