The bureau itself has been pulled away from the wall. The drawers have been yanked out of his bureau and lie everywhere, most overturned. Ty's room looks like the aftermath of a rough search in a detective movie. And he actually believes this, in spite of his continued blind confidence in his son's safety Well, he thinks, carrying her out the door (her arms have crept tiredly up and locked themselves around his neck), I'm over that little misconception. Preoccupation with work was part of it a stubborn refusal to let go of the idea that things were basically all right was the rest of it. How could I not have noticed? But he knows. She's lost maybe twenty pounds since the last time I picked her up like this, he thinks. He picks Judy up in his arms and is appalled all over again, this time by how light she is. He stands in the door, all words temporarily knocked out of him Some of the scratches are dappled with drying spots of blood In the spot where the picture of Judy and Ty in the hospital had hung, the paper has been torn almost completely away, and he can see where she scraped at the wallboard beneath. And she has been at the wallpaper behind half a dozen. Glass litters the hall in sparkling sprays. Some, like the one of the farm, have been thrown down. Most of these framed photographs have been taken down. His heart is hammering in his chest, his nervous system is redlining with adrenaline overload, and his mouth tastes like a burnt fuse He doesn't want to see how badly she has hurt herself until he has to. Her hands are clasped below her knees, out of sight, and Fred is glad. He can't see her faceher hair is screening itbut she's wearing shorts and he can see dapples and streaks of blood on her tanned thighs. The bed itself has been yanked away from the wall. The sheets are heaped in the corner, along with the pillow. Judy Marshall sits on the bare mattress of her son's bed. She begins to sing the chorus of Ty's lullabye again and he can't stand it.Judy, no,he says, going to her through the strewn minefield that was, only last night when he came in to give Ty a good-night kiss, a reasonably neat little boy's room.Stop, honey, it's okay. It's amazing that seeming calmness can issue from such a crazy cauldron of confusion and fear.I love you and everything is going to be all right. I love you,he says, surprised at his voice. Nerves, heart, and mind, it wrenches at him It is an exhausted, lost sound that wrenches at him. Then her face cramps in a fresh agony of grief and she begins to weep. For a moment he sees gratitude in her eyes. She knows where she is and who is with her. Fred cannot call it sanity (no matter how much he would like to), but it is at least some sort of marginal awareness. She looks up at him and something comes back into her eyes. It does not store any personal data.Well, he thinks, maybe on the Fox Network The cookie is set by the GDPR Cookie Consent plugin and is used to store whether or not user has consented to the use of cookies.
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