s showed it around； didn't care if it sank without a
trace； and Wendy believed that； too。 The actual act of his writing made her
immensely hopeful； not because she expected great things from the play but
because her husband seemed to be slowly closing a huge door on a roomful of
monsters。 He had had his shoulder to that door for a long time now； but at last
it was swinging shut。
Every key typed closed it a little more。
〃Look； Dick； look。〃
Danny was hunched over the first of the five battered primers Jack had dug up
by culling mercilessly through Boulder's myriad secondhand bookshops。 They would
take Danny right up to the second…grade reading level； a program she had told
Jack she thought was much too ambitious。 Their son was intelligent； they knew
that； but it would be a mistake to push him too far too fast。 Jack had agreed。
There would be no pushing involved。 But if the kid caught on fast； they would be
prepared。 And now she wondered if Jack hadn't been right about that； too。
Danny； prepared by four years of 〃Sesame Street〃 and three years of 〃Electric
pany；〃 seemed to be catching on with almost scary spe