so horrible that she found the strength to scream again after she had thought
all screams were used up：
He has no face！
But of course there had been a face； Danny's own sweet face； and the caul that
had covered it at birth now resided in a small jar which she had kept； almost
shamefully。 She did not hold with old superstition； but she had kept the caul
nevertheless。 She did not hold with wives' tales； but the boy had been unusual
from the first。 She did not believe in second sight but —
Did Daddy have an accident？ I dreamed Daddy had an accident。
Something had changed him。 She didn't believe it was just her getting ready to
ask for a divorce that had done it。 Something had happened before that morning。
Something that had happened while she slept uneasily。 Al Shockley said that
nothing had happened； nothing at all； but he had averted his eyes when he said
it； and if you believed faculty gossip； Al had also climbed aboard the fabled
wagon。
Did Daddy have an accident？
Maybe a chance collision with fate； surely nothing much more concrete。 She had
read that day's paper and the next day's with a closer eye than usual； but she
saw nothing she could connect with Jack。 God help her； she had been looking for
a hit…and…run accident or a barroom brawl that had resulted in serious injuries
or 。。。 who knew？ Who wanted to？ But no policeman came to call； either to ask
questions or with a warrant empowering him to take paint scrapings from the WV's
bumpers。 Nothing。 Only her husband's one hundred and eighty degree change and
her son's sleepy question on waking：
Did Daddy have an accident？ I dreamed 。。。
She had