nny his slightly melted Baby Ruth。
〃Daddy？〃
〃What； doc？〃
Danny hesitated； looking at his father's abstracted face。
〃When I was waiting for you to e back from that hotel； I had a bad dream。
Do you remember？ When I fell asleep？〃
〃Um…hm。〃
But it was no good。 Daddy's mind was someplace else； not with him。 Thinking
about the Bad Thing again。
（I dreamed that you hurt me； Daddy）
〃What was the dream； doc？〃
〃Nothing；〃 Danny said as they pulled out into the parking lot。 He put the maps
back into the glove partment。
〃You sure？〃
〃Yes。〃
Jack gave his son a faint； troubled glance； and then his mind turned to his
play。
》
NIGHT THOUGHTS
Love was over； and her man was sleeping beside her。
Her man。
She smiled a little in the darkness； his seed still trickling with slow warmth
from between her slightly parted thighs； and her smile was both rueful and
pleased； because the phrase her man summoned up a hundred feelings。 Each feeling
examined alone was a bewilderment。 Together； in this darkness floating to sleep；
they were like a distant blues tune heard in an almost deserted night club；
melancholy but pleasing。
Lovin' you baby； is just like rollin' off a log；
But if I can't be your woman； I sure ain't goin' to be your dog。
Had that been Billie Holiday？ Or someone more prosaic like Peggy Lee？ Didn't
matter。 It was low and torchy； and in the silence of her head it played
mellowly； as if issuing from one of those old…fashioned jukeboxes； a Wurlitzer；
perhaps； half an hour before closing。
Now； moving away from her consciousness； she wondered how many beds she had