ck； so why don't you take her at
her word？ Give it a rest。 And at last she'd seen it his way。）
It had been Jack's idea to separate for a while — to get perspective on the
relationship； he said。 She had been afraid he had bee interested in someone
else。 Later she found it wasn't so。 They were together again in the spring and
he asked her if she had been to see her father。 She had jumped as if he'd struck
her with a quirt。
How did you know that？
The Shadow knows。
Have you been spying on me？
And his impatient laughter； which had always made her feel so awkward — as if
she were eight and he was able to see her motivations more clearly than she。
You needed time； Wendy。
For what？
I guess 。。。 to see which one of us you wanted to marry。
Jack； what are you saying？
I think I'm proposing marriage。
The wedding。 Her father had been there； her mother had not been。 She
discovered she could live with that； if she had Jack。 Then Danny had e； her
fine son。
That had been the best year； the best bed。 After Danny was born； Jack had
gotten her a job typing for half a dozen English Department profs — quizzes；
exams； class syllabi； study notes； reading lists。 She ended up tvping a novel
for one of them； a novel that never got published 。。。 much to Jack's very
irreverent and very private glee。 The job was good for forty a week； and
skyrocketed all the way up to sixty during the two months she spent typing the
unsuccessful novel。 They had their first car； a five…year…old Buick with a baby
seat in the middle。 Bright； upwardly mobile young marrieds。 Danny forced a
reconciliation between her and her mother