t in the morning？ Please？〃
〃Of course I will。〃
The three of them got in bed together； and Jack was about to snap off the
light over the bed when he paused and pushed the covers back instead。 〃Want a
picture of the nest； too。〃
〃e right back。〃
〃I will。〃
He went to the dresser； got the camera and the last flashcube； and gave Danny
a closed thumb…and…forefinger circle。 Danny smiled and gave it back with his
good hand。
Quite a kid he thought as he walked down to Danny's room。 All of that and then
some。
The overhead was still on。 Jack crossed to the bunk setup； and as he glanced
at the table beside it； his skin crawled into goose flesh。 The short hairs on
his neck prickled and tried to stand erect。
He could hardly see the nest through the clear Pyrex bowl。 The inside of the
glass was crawling with wasps。 It was hard to tell how many。 Fifty at least。
Maybe a hundred。
His heart thudding slowly in his chest； he took his pictures and then set the
camera down to wait for them to develop。 He wiped his lips with the palm of his
hand。 One thought played over and over in his mind； echoing with
（You lost your temper。 You lost your temper。 You lost your temper。）
an almost superstitious dread。 They had e back。 He had killed the wasps but
they had e back。
In his mind he heard himself screaming into his frightened； crying son's face：
Don't stutter！
He wiped his lips again。
He went to Danny's worktable； rummaged in its drawers； and came up with a big
jigsaw puzzle with a fiberboard backing。 He took it over to the bedtable and
carefully slid the bowl and the nest onto it。 The wasps buzzed ang