ce；　not　just　a　carbon　copy　of　one

of　them　or　a　bination　of　both。　It　made　her　a　little　sad。　Someday　her　child

would　be　a　stranger　to　her；　and　she　would　be　strange　to　him　。。。　but　not　as

strange　as　her　own　mother　had　bee　to　her。　Please　don't　let　it　be　that　way；

God。　Let　him　grow　up　and　still　love　his　mother。

Jack's　typewriter　began　its　irregular　bursts　again。

Still　sitting　in　the　chair　beside　Danny's　reading　table；　she　let　her　eyes

wander　around　her　son's　room。　The　glider's　wing　had　been　neatly　mended。　His　desk

was　piled　high　with　picture　books；　coloring　books；　old　Spiderman　ic　books

with　the　covers　half　torn　off；　Crayolas；　and　an　untidy　pile　of　Lincoln　Logs。　The

VW　model　was　neatly　placed　above　these　lesser　things；　its　shrink…wrap　still

undisturbed。　He　and　his　father　would　be　putting　it　together　tomorrow　night　or

the　night　after　if　Danny　went　on　at　this　rate；　and　never　mind　the　end　of　the

week。　His　pictures　of　Pooh　and　Eyore　and　Christopher　Robin　were　tacked　neatly　to

the　wall；　soon　enough　to　be　replaced　with　pin…ups　and　photographs　of　dope…

smoking　rock　singers；　she　supposed。　Innocence　to　experience。　Human　nature；　baby。

Grab　it　and　growl。　Still　it　made　her　sad。　Next　year　he　would　be　in　school　and

she　would　lose　at　least　half　of　him；　maybe　more；　to　his　friends。　She　and　Jack

had　tried　to　have　another　one　for　a　while　when　things　had　seemed　to　be　going

well　at　Stovington；　but　she　was　on　the　pill　again　now。　Things　were　too

uncertain。　God　knew　where　they　would　be　in　nine　months。

Her　eyes　fell　on　the　wasps'　nest。

It　held　the　ultimate　high　place　in　Danny's　room；　resting　on　a　large　plastic

plate　on　the　table　by　his　bed。　S