no.â
Helplessly, because no one could talk with the baby screaming so, they turned and went to the car. When the baby was back in her pink basket in the car, and Smalljohn was settled with another lollipop beside her, there was an appalling quiet which would have to be filled as quickly as possible with meaningful words. John had taken the driverâs seat in the car while Margaret was quieting the baby, and when Margaret got in beside him she felt a little chill of animosity at the sight of his hands on the wheel; I canât bear to relinquish even this much, she thought; for a week no one has driven the car except me. Because she could see so clearly that this was unreasonableâJohn owned half the car, after allâshe said to him with bright interest, âAnd how was your trip? The weather?â
âWonderful,â he said, and again she was angered at the warmth in his tone; if she was unreasonable about the car, he was surely unreasonable to have enjoyed himself quite so much. âEverything went very well. Iâm pretty sure I got the contract, everyone was very pleasant about it, and I go back in two weeks to settle everything.â
The stinger is in the tail, she thought. He wouldnât tell it all so hastily if he didnât want me to miss half of it; I am supposed to be pleased that he got the contract and that everyone was so pleasant, and the part about going back is supposed to slip past me painlessly.
âMaybe I can go with you, then,â she said. âYour mother will take the children.â
âFine,â he said, but it was much too late; he had hesitated noticeably before he spoke.
âI want to go too,â said Smalljohn. âCan I go with Daddy?â
They came into their house, Margaret carrying the baby, and John carrying his suitcase and arguing delightedly with Smalljohn over which of them was carrying the heavier weight of it. The house was ready for them; Margaret had made sure that it was cleaned and emptied of the qualities which attached so surely to her position of wife alone with small children; the toys which Smalljohn had thrown around with unusual freedom were picked up, the babyâs clothes (no one, after all, came to call when John was gone) were taken from the kitchen radiator where they had been drying. Aside from the fact that the house gave no impression of waiting for any particular people, but only for anyone well-bred and clean enough to fit within its small trim walls, it could have passed for a home, Margaret thought, even for a home where a happy family lived in domestic peace. She set the baby down in the playpen and turned with the babyâs bonnet and jacket in her hand and saw her husband, head bent gravely as he listened to Smalljohn. Who? she wondered suddenly; is he taller? That is not my husband.
She laughed, and they turned to her, Smalljohn curious, and her husband with a quick bright recognition; she thought, why, it is
not
my husband, and he knows that I have seen it. There was no astonishment in her; she would have thought perhaps thirty seconds before that such a thing was impossible, but since it was now clearly possible, surprise would have been meaningless. Some other emotion was necessary, but she found at first only peripheral manifestations of one. Her heart was beating violently, her hands were shaking, and her fingers were cold. Her legs felt weak and she took hold of the back of a chair to steady herself. She found that she was still laughing, and then her emotion caught up with her and she knew what it was: it was relief.
âIâm glad you came,â she said. She went over and put her head against his shoulder. âIt was hard to say hello in the station,â she said.
Smalljohn looked on for a minute and then wandered off to his toybox. Margaret was thinking, this is not the man who enjoyed seeing me cry; I need not be afraid. She caught her breath and was quiet; there was nothing
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