I stride back to her room unthinkingly. Stewart is watching. I avoidlooking at him. I avoid thinking of him. Or my dress. Or is hands. Or mypanties. I...run into the door frame as I enter Jenny's room. I spingracelessly and bark my shin on her bed. I sit."Here!" Jenny hands me something crinkly. "Get dressed right!" she tellsme.It's a fresh diaper and the dreaded fuchsia rumba panties. I blushhorribly. Stewart has glided into this room and is watching meinterestedly.I stare at the baby-wear."No. " Just a minute."Mom shuts the door. Stares at the clock. Winks at me and then knocks onthe door, again."Mrs...." Doctor....." I am still on the phone." I looked at the clock, you asked for a minute, I gave you three."Mom doesn't leave the doorway."I was on the phone with the Department of Social Services......" Apparently they put you on hold. I presume you were calling about theanti-social tendencies of the little hoodlums who attacked Dani,yesterday?" Look at how your son is dressed." So,. And then I knew enoughto hide.My father was fiddling with the radio and our car started todrift left into the opposite lane at the same time another carrounded the bend just ahead of us. I screamed and we abruptlycareened back to the right, and then the left, and then rightagain. The brakes screeched for the longest time, bushes andshrubs rushed passed us madly, and then there was a monstrouscrashing sound. I was thrown forward hard against my seat beltand shoulder harness. Glass shattered all. " What kind?" I can't remember."Both laughed then."Don't laugh at me! I broke one's knee and another one's elbow. I got in a kick to the head on the third one, but I must have hit him wrong, because he went down, but got up and took off."They stopped laughing."Where have you been?" asked Cindy, her voice low and raspy. "I've been worried sick!" Long story," said Claire, tiredly."I even called Mr. Zimmerman!" squealed Cindy, and then lowered her voice. "Danny's sleeping," she whispered."You.