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Show 71 Jeanne's face crumpled. Katie slammed the door behind her as she left. Jeanne turned to Sharon. "Where do you think Daddy's gone?" "I don't know," Sharon said. "I don't know where he went. But he'll be back in a few hours. Don't worry about him." "He didn't mean to do it." "I know," Sharon said, "I know he didn't. . t j . 11 Oscar did come back in a couple of hours. The next morning, while dressing for church, Jeanne told Sharon that he had come into their room while Sharon was out on her date with Roger. He had stood at the foot of her bed, just stood there for a long time. Looking down on her, thinking she was asleep. He had startled when she had spoken, asking where he had been. To church, he had said. To just sit there a couple of hours. He had asked about Marty, she had told him that everything was okay. But he had seemed strange somehow, Jeanne said. Like he wanted to tell her something. But couldn't. That wasn't strange, Sharon said. Perhaps he just didn't know how to put his feelings into words. There were people like that. Who felt things, but couldn't say them. They just didn't know how. Jeanne listened closely, and when Sharon was finished, she nodded her head that she understood. Her young face expressed her gratitude, that Sharon had taken the time to explain this to her. But what Oscar had wanted to communicate to Jeanne-if, indeed, he had wanted to say anything-remained a mystery. Nothing was ever said, he never articulated how he felt. When Sharon saw him later that |