his head turning on her shoulder in that helpless； shaking；
warding…off gesture。 His sobs were heavy and fierce。 He was shuddering all over；
his muscles jerking beneath his plaid shirt and jeans。
〃Jack？ What？ Tell me what's wrong！〃
At last the sobs began to change themselves into words； most of them
incoherent at first； but ing clearer as his tears began to spend themselves。
〃。。。 dream； I guess it was a dream； but it was so real； I。。。
it was my mother saying that Daddy was going to be on the radio and I 。。。
he was 。。。 he was telling me to 。。。 I don't know； he was yelling at me 。。。
and so I broke the radio 。。。 to shut him up。 To shut him up。 He's dead。 I
don't even want to dream about him。 He's dead。 My God； Wendy； my God。 I never
had a nightmare like that。 I never want to have another one。 Christ！ It was
awful。〃
〃You just fell asleep in the office？〃
〃No 。。。 not here。 Downstairs。〃 He was straightening a little now； his weight
ing off her； and the steady back…and…forth motion of his head first slowed and
then stopped。
〃I was looking through those old papers。 Sitting on a chair I set up down
there。 Milk receipts。 Dull stuff。 And I guess I just drowsed off。 That's when I
started to dream。 I must have sleepwalked up here。〃 He essayed a shaky little
laugh against her neck。 〃Another first。〃
〃Where is Danny； Jack？〃
〃I don't know。 Isn't he with you？〃
〃He wasn't 。。。 downstairs with you？〃
He looked over his shoulder and his face tightened at what he saw on her face。
〃Never going to let me forget that； are you； Wendy？〃
〃Jack — 〃
〃When I'm on my deathbed you'll lean over and say； ‘It serves you ri