t decision； to find the alternative； the
bitter irony of her thoughts did not occur： an hour ago she had been asleep；
firmly convinced that things were all right and soon would be even better。 Now
she was considering the possibility of using a butcher knife on her husband if
he tried to interfere with her and her son。
At last she stood up with Danny in her arms； her legs trembling。 There was no
other way。 She would have to assume that Jack awake was Jack sane； and that he
would help her get Danny down to Sidewinder and Dr。 Edmonds。 And if Jack tried
to do anything but help； God help him。
She went to the door and unlocked it。 Shifting Danny up to her shoulder； she
opened it and went out into the hall。
〃Jack？〃 she called nervously； and got no answer。
With growing trepidation she walked down to the stairwell； but Jack was not
there。 And as she stood there on the landing； wondering what to do next； the
singing came up from below； rich； angry； bitterly satiric：
〃Roll me over
In the clo…ho…ver；
Roll me over； lay me down and do it again。〃
She was frightened even more by the sound of him than she had been by his
silence； but there was still no alternative。 She started down the stairs。
》
〃IT WAS HER！〃
Jack had stood on the stairs； listening to the crooning； forting sounds
ing muffled through the locked door； and slowly his confusion had given way
to anger。 Things had never really changed。 Not to Wendy。 He could be off the
juice for twenty years and still when he came home at night and she embraced him
at the door； he would see/ sense that little flare of her nostrils as she tried
to divine sco