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Night Thoughts

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           "Jack…please,weshouldn’t…it…"Therewerenowords.

           "Don’ttellmewhattodo,"herepeatedsullenly,andthenwentintothebedroom.ShewasleftaloneintherockingchairwithDanny,whowassleepingagain.FiveminuteslaterJack’ssnorescamefloatingouttothelivingroom.Thathadbeenthefirstnightshehadsleptonthecouch.

           Nowsheturnedrestlesslyonthebed,alreadydozing.Hermind,freedofanylinearorderbyencroachingsleep,floatedpastthefirstyearatStovington,pastthesteadilyworseningtimesthathadreachedlowebbwhenherhusbandhadbrokenDanny’sarm,tothatmorninginthebreakfastnook.

           Dannyoutsideplayingtrucksinthesandpile,hisarmstillinthecast.Jacksittingatthetable,pallidandgrizzled,acigarettejitteringbetweenhisfingers.Shehaddecidedtoaskhimforadivorce.Shehadponderedthequestionfromahundreddifferentangles,hadbeenponderingitinfactforthesixmonthsbeforethebrokenarm.Shetoldherselfshewouldhavemadethedecisionlongagoifithadn’tbeenforDanny,butnoteventhatwasnecessarilytrue.ShedreamedonthelongnightswhenJackwasout,andherdreamswerealwaysofhermother’sfaceandofherownwedding.

           (Whogiveththiswoman?Herfatherstandinginhisbestsuitwhichwasnonetoogood-hewasatravelingsalesmanforalineofcannedgoodsthateventhenwasgoingbroke-andhistiredface,howoldhelooked,howpale:Ido.

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