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"No, David."

(David, sweet singer David! I wanted your child---
was never so strong and lovely as when carrying him.
Yes yes--- it was impractical but then I've never, been
practical. )

"David, I don't have to be a hypocrite. Here. I can
be true to myself." ( No. Won't let you take John like you
took me--- John will grow up free and proud. Please, oh
please David go away. How much in that name David
David David.' I hate you I love you I want you to hold my
head in your calloused hands. I wish I could cr y v l

. Gurgles beckon suddenly, then--- loud declarative
crytng. The baby in the next room is discovered awake. David's
gaze leaps past her head. He breathes gentleness, wonder.
"Oh - " H e r- stare protective afraid--- afraid she wI"ll su brrnniit
to him, or regret it if she doesn't--- God.

"Tiny." (Wonder) "David--- "

( "Yes, David." A forgotten voi ce dares.
strong, quiet) "Please go away."

"Do you sing to him?"

"Yes."

d The minds search for each other. He puts the child
k?W~--- she doesn't even remember his picking him up or

ISStng him.

h "0. K . " He surrounds her small scared face with his

ands--_ a minute stops--- touching her forehead. Then he
Ieaves.

She hadn't cried except for books and at movies---
even at her grandmother's funeral. Funny--- to cry. What

a game.

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