Judy hasn't toured their bedroom during her rampage, and to Fred it looks like a cool oasis of sanity. This is where they have hung the gallery of their past: Fred and Judy outside Madison Shoes, a blues club they sometimes went to when there was nothing interesting going on at the Chocolate Watchband Fred and Judy dancing the first dance at their wedding reception while their folks happily looked on Judy in a hospital bed, exhausted but smiling, holding the wrapped bundle that was Ty the photo of the Marshall family farm that she always sniffed at more It's amazing that seeming calmness can issue from such a crazy cauldron of confusion and fear.I love you and everything is going to be all right. I love you,he says, surprised at his voice. He can feel her trembling from the inside out. He sits down next to her on the bed, puts his arm around her, and simply holds her. If onlyīut he loves her, has loved her from the first week he knew her, helplessly and completely and without the slightest regret ever after, and now love guides him. Her fingers look as if they have been dipped in red ink. She points toward the place where the Ireland travel poster hung, and he sees that four of the nails on her left hand have been ripped partly or completely away. and down will come Tyler, cradle and all. His heart is hammering in his chest, his nervous system is redlining with adrenaline overload, and his mouth tastes like a burnt fuse He doesn't want to see how badly she has hurt herself until he has to. Her hands are clasped below her knees, out of sight, and Fred is glad. He can't see her faceher hair is screening itbut she's wearing shorts and he can see dapples and streaks of blood on her tanned thighs. The bed itself has been yanked away from the wall. The sheets are heaped in the corner, along with the pillow. Judy Marshall sits on the bare mattress of her son's bed. When she raises her hands to wipe them away, her fingers leave appalling streaks of blood Abbalah-doonThe tears course down her cheeks. Ty's gone,Judy says.Gorg fascinated him and the abbalah took him. What is he supposed to do? When you discover that the woman you love has gone madhad a break with reality, at the very leastwhat are you supposed to do? How the hell do you deal with it? ITHACA VOICE MOVIEThis is like coming into a horror movie halfway through the show, discovering it's real, and not knowing what to do. I see that now.She pauses, then cries:Abbalah Abbalah-gorg, Abbalah-doonHer tongue comes outcomes out to an impossible, cartoonish lengthand swipes spittishly across her nose. Her tongue comes out, but this time it gives only a feeble little lick at her upper lip. She gives a tired sigh, and her arms drop away from her husband's neck. Some of the scratches are dappled with drying spots of blood In the spot where the picture of Judy and Ty in the hospital had hung, the paper has been torn almost completely away, and he can see where she scraped at the wallboard beneath. And she has been at the wallpaper behind half a dozen. Glass litters the hall in sparkling sprays. Some, like the one of the farm, have been thrown down. Most of these framed photographs have been taken down. He stands in the door, all words temporarily knocked out of him Fred sprints the length of the upstairs hall with glass crunching under his loafers Well, he thinks, maybe on the Fox Network There are more streaks of blood on the wallboard beneath Behind the rectangle where the poster of the castle hung (COME BACK TO THE AULD SOD), the wallpaper has been almost entirely stripped away. In every case but one she has left the wallpaper behind the posters alone, but the one exception is a beaut. His posters have been pulled from the walls Mark McGwire has been torn in half. The coat of Tyler's only suit hangs askew from the closet's doorknob. The closet door is open and more clothes have been struck from the hangers that same spousal telepathy tells him she tore Ty's slacks and button-up shirts down so she could make sure nothing was behind them. Summer clothes are spread hell to breakfastjeans and T-shirts and underwear and white athletic socks. The bureau itself has been pulled away from the wall. The drawers have been yanked out of his bureau and lie everywhere, most overturned. Ty's room looks like the aftermath of a rough search in a detective movie.
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