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The　shower　curtain；　a　pallid　pastel　pink；　was　drawn　protectively　around　the

long　claw…footed　tub。

（nevertheless　they　did　move）

And　for　the　first　time　he　felt　his　new　sense　of　sureness　（almost　cockiness）

that　had　e　over　him　when　Danny　ran　to　him　shouting　It　was　her！　It　was　her！

deserting　him。　A　chilled　finger　pressed　gently　against　the　base　of　his　spine；

cooling　him　off　ten　degrees。　It　was　joined　by　others　and　they　suddenly　rippled

all　the　way　up　his　back　to　his　medulla　oblongata；　playing　his　spine　like　a

jungle　instrument。

His　anger　at　Danny　evaporated；　and　as　he　stepped　forward　and　pushed　the　shower

curtain　back　his　mouth　was　dry　and　he　felt　only　sympathy　for　his　son　and　terror

for　himself。

The　tub　was　dry　and　empty。

Relief　and　irritation　vented　in　a　sudden　〃Pah！〃　sound　that　escaped　his

pressed　lips　like　a　very　small　explosive。　The　tub　had　been　scrubbed　clean　at

the　end　of　the　season；　except　for　the　rust　stain　under　the　twin　faucets；　it

sparkled。　There　was　a　faint　but　definable　smell　of　cleanser；　the　kind　that　can

irritate　your　nose　with　the　smell　of　its　own　righteousness　for　weeks；　even

months；　after　it　has　been　used。

He　bent　down　and　ran　his　fingertips　along　the　bottom　of　the　tub。　Dry　as　a

bone。　Not　even　a　hint　of　moisture。　The　boy　had　been　either　hallucinating　or

outright　lying。　He　felt　angry　again。　That　was　when　the　bathmat　on　the　floor

caught　his　attention。　He　frowned　down　at　it。　What　was　a　bathmat　doing　in　here？

It　should　be　down　in　the　linen　cupboard　at　the　end　of　the　wing　with　the　rest　of

the　sheets　and　towels　and　pillow　slips。　All　the　linen　was　supposed　to　be　there。

Not　even　the　beds　were　really　made　up　in　these　guest　rooms；　the　mattresses　had

been　zipped　into　clear　plastic　and　then　covered　with　bedspreads。　He　supposed

Danny　might　have　gone　down　and　gotten　it　—　the　passkey　would　open　the　linen

cupboard　—　but　why？　He　brushed　the　tips　of　his　fingers　back　and　forth　across　it。

The　bathmat　was　bone　dry。

He　went　back　to　the　bathroom　door　and　stood　in　it。　Everything　was　all　right。

The　boy　had　been　dreaming。　There　was　not　a　thing　out　of　place。　It　was　a　little

puzzling　about　the　bathmat；　granted；　but　the　logical　explanation　was　that　some

chambermaid；　hurrying　like　mad　on　the　last　day　of　the　season；　had　just　forgotten

to　pick　it　up。　Other　than　that；　everything　was　—

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