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Show -5- But she did not believe him. She felt only anger, a vast helplessness before this rigid, impenetrable man. "You could tell me if you wanted to." But he said nothing more, and she left forlornly, as uncertain as before. * .f*«. J*-\ «rJ*- -*J\. When she got home, she did something which she could not explain, aid which she did not understand until later. The week before, a neighbor, whose aged mother had finally died after years of senility, had asked her to help dispose of the woman's effects. She had consented, and said she'd take to a charity-house some of the equipment the old woman had needed --a rubber sheet to protect against incontinence, a hot water bottle, a bedpan, all the paraphernalia of bedfast illness. They were still in bags in the trunk of her car. She went out to the garage, lifted out the bags, and hunted through them again. Without quite knowing what she was doing or why, she took out the rubber sheet, the bedpan, an assortment or rubbing lotions, even a supply of disposable adult diapers, and took them into the house. She found herself in the dining room, and put the equipment for a moment on the bare mahogany table. The dining room was a small, close room, filled with bulky cupboards and chests-of-drawers, so formal that they rarely used, and instead lived most of their family lives in their great warm kitchen. But nox<r, in some strange inexplicable way, there seemed to be something serviceable, usable, harboring about this peculiar small room. It seemed like a good place for storing things, |
