r Jack would be the beginning
of good times again。
And the wind gonna rise up； baby；
and blow my blues away 。。。
Soft and sweet and mellow； the song came back and lingered； following her down
into a deeper sleep where thought ceased and the faces that came in dreams went
unremembered。
》
IN ANOTHER BEDROOM
Danny awoke with the booming still loud in his ears； and the drunk； savagely
pettish voice crying hoarsely： e out here and take your medicine！ I'll find
you！ I'll find youl
But now the booming was only his racing heart； and the only voice in the night
was the faraway sound of a police siren。
He lay in bed motionlessly； looking up at the wind…stirred shadows of the
leaves on his bedroom ceiling。 They twined sinuously together； making shapes
like the vines and creepers in a jungle； like patterns woven into the nap of a
thick carpet。 He was clad in Doctor Denton pajamas； but between the pajama suit
and his skin he had grown a more closely fitting singlet of perspiration。
〃Tony？〃 he whispered。 〃You there？〃
No answer。
He slipped out of bed and padded silently across to the window and looked out
on Arapahoe Street； now still and silent。 It was two in the morning。 There was
nothing out there but empty sidewalks drifted with fallen leaves； parked cars；
and the long…necked streetlight on the corner across from the Cliff Brice gas
station。 With its hooded top and motionless stance； the streetlight looked like
a monster in a space show。
He looked up the street both ways； straining his eyes for Tony's slight；
beckoning form； but there was no one there。
The wind sighed through the tr