Len, who had begun a step, rocked back on his heels. "Which, damn it?"

Her face got all swollen. "Oh, Len, I'm so mixed up," she said, and

began to tremble.

Len felt part of his irritation spilling over into protectiveness.

"What you need," he said firmly, "is a drink."

* * * * *

He climbed a stepladder to get at the top cabinet shelf which cached

their liquor when they had any. Small upstate towns and their school

boards being what they were, this was one of many necessary financial

precautions.

Inspecting the doleful few fingers of whisky in the bottle, Len swore

under his breath. They couldn't afford a decent supply of booze or new

clothes for Moira. The original idea had been for Len to teach for a

year while they saved enough money so that he could go back for his

master's degree. More lately, this proving unlikely, they had merely

been trying to put aside enough for summer school, and even that was

beginning to look like the wildest optimism.

High-school teachers without seniority weren't supposed to be married.

Or graduate physics students, for that matter.

He mixed two stiff highballs and carried them back into the living

room. "Here you are. Skoal."

"Ah," she said appreciatively. "That tastes--_Ugh_." She set the glass

down and stared at it with her mouth half open.

"What's the matter now?"

She turned her head carefully, as if she were afraid it would come

off. "Len, I don't know. _Mama._"

"That's the second time you've said that. What is this all--"

"Said what?"

"Mama. Look, kid, if you're--"

"I didn't." She appeared a little feverish.

"Sure you did," said Len reasonably. "Once when you were looking at

the baby book, and then again just now, after you said ugh to the

highball. Speaking of which--"

"_Mama drink milk_," said Moira, speaking with exaggerated clarity.

Moira hated milk.

Len swallowed half his highball, turned and went silently into the

kitchen.

When he came back with the milk, Moira looked at it as if it contained

a snake. "Len, I didn't say that."

"Okay."

"I didn't. I didn't say mama and I didn't say that about the milk."

Her voice quavered. "And I didn't laugh at you when you fell down."

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