![]() ![]() Hey, bub, Jim Williams said, your shortwave radio have any batteries in it? Think we can get news radio or something on there?Īnd the two of them rose together and in synchronous, almost choreographed movements, they wiped their mouths with the cloth napkins Elena had set on the table, set these napkins across their plates, and left the plates behind.Īnd then Wendy thought about the complications of the whole night. Wendy could see this regret playing across her face. Her mother regretted being there, in that kitchen, regretted having cooked the breakfast, regretted even having hurt Benjamin, however justified this hurt might have been. That was the way of things with adults-they trailed after ecstasy and then denied it, rationalized it, dressed it all up in talk. Whatever stray impulse had led Wendy’s mother into the Williamses’ house-and it had been passed along to Wendy in full, just as the volatility of the O’Malleys had been passed along to her-whatever the impulse was that had led her mother from the party onto the water bed, where she had swam in Jim Williams’s arms, whatever revolution had taken place in her mother, it had been succeeded by a harsh return to her old constitution. Wendy and I will take this up on the way back to the house. ![]() Wendy had been staring at her plate, watching the eggs sink into a lukewarm and clotted state, stirring up the arrangement of toast and jam and eggs. ![]()
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