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Show Woodworth/180 a crack of light pours in. "Did you call me, Marty?" Her mother would still be speaking softly. "Yes." "What is it?" She comes through the door. In the darkness, Marty feels safer, secure. "I had a nightmere," she says, and her mother comes towards her through the darkness, the half-open door spilling light against the wall. "You had a bad dream?" Ruth asks, and she sits on the side of the bed. She puts her hand on her daughter's forehead, pushes back her bangs. Marty nods under her mother's cool, dry hand. "What was it about?" Her mother continues to stroke her forehead and scalp as she tells the dream. Tigers, coming into her room. They were going-;to eat her. "It's all right now," Ruth says. "Isn't it?" Marty nods. "Do you want me to sit with you until you go to sleep?" Marty nods again. "Ok. I'll stay right here until you are asleep. Ok?" Marty nods again, her eyes already beginning to close. Her mother talks to her gently about going in town to go shopping, and out to lunch the following day. She tells her that she can wear her good pink dress and, if she is good, maybe they can buy a new one. Soothed by her mother's voice, Marty forgets the words almost immediately. She is almost asleep when a whine wakes her up again. "Mommie? Did Marty have a nightmere?" Megan asks. She is standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the hall light. Her hair stands out in chaotic twists all around her head. "Yes, she did." The hand doesn't leave Jerry's head. "* had one, too then," Megan insists. |
