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Show 274 "I thought I'd go right to school. Katie is going to fix the kids breakfast." He looked for a moment as if he were going to say something- about showing the car off to the kids at school? not to allow anyone else to drive it? But then he did not. And again, his silence was a vote of confidence in her. Instead, he asked about Katie. "Things are better than they've been," Sharon freely admitted. "Better than they've ever been." "Well," he said, pleased, "that's good to hear." Sharon thought for a moment; he waited, sensing that she was about to speak. "Have you ever read 'The Prisoner of Chillon'?" "No. What is it, a novel?" "No. It's a poem. We read it last fall in English." "I don't remember it, if we did." "It's in that Masterpieces of English Literature, that gray book." "Yes, that's the one we used. But I don't remember it." "Well, it's about this prisoner. He's kept chained in this dungeon, for a long time. Like twenty years or something." "Oh, I see," he said, and then in a voice of a narrator in a radio melodrama: "Chained in the Bradshaws* basement for twenty years." She laughed. "We don't have a basement." "In the garage then," he said: "Chained in the garage for twenty years. On bread and water. Being the true story of one Sharon Mac-kinlay." |