g　in　the　decision。　Neither　did　her　feelings　of　guilt　over　their　marriage

nor　her　feelings　of　inadequacy　over　her　own。　It　was　necessary　for　her　son's

sake；　and　for　herself；　if　she　was　to　salvage　anything　at　all　from　her　early

adulthood。　The　handwriting　on　the　wall　was　brutal　but　clear。　Her　husband　was　a

lush。　He　had　a　bad　temper；　one　he　could　no　longer　keep　wholly　under　control　now

that　he　was　drinking　so　heavily　and　his　writing　was　going　so　badly。　Accidentally

or　not　accidentally；　he　had　broken　Danny's　arm。　He　was　going　to　lose　his　job；　if

not　this　year　then　the　year　after。　Already　she　had　noticed　the　sympathetic　looks

from　the　other　faculty　wives。　She　told　herself　that　she　had　stuck　with　the　messy

job　of　her　marriage　for　as　long　as　she　could。　Now　she　would　have　to　leave　it。

Jack　could　have　full　visitation　rights；　and　she　would　want　support　from　him　only

until　she　could　find　something　and　get　on　her　feet　—　and　that　would　have　to　be

fairly　rapidly　because　she　didn't　know　how　long　Jack　would　be　able　to　pay

support　money。　She　would　do　it　with　as　little　bitterness　as　possible。　But　it　had

to　end。

So　thinking；　she　had　fallen　off　into　her　own　thin　and　unrestful　sleep；　haunted

by　the　faces　of　her　own　mother　and　father。　You're　nothing　but　a　home…wrecker；

her　mother　said。　Who　giveth　this；　woman？　the　minister　said。　I　do；　her　father

said。　But　in　the　bright　and　sunny　morning　she　felt　the　same。　Her　back　to　him；

her　hands　plunged　in　warm　dishwater　up　to　the　wrists；　she　had　menced　with　the

unpleasantness。

〃I　want　to　talk　to　you　about　something　that　might　be　best　for　Danny　and　I。　For

you　too；　maybe。　We　should　have　talked　about　it　befor