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'Do you think that's an answer？ Lily； you need help and I'm the only one offering。'
'What's your cut； Sloat？' his mother asked。
'You know damn well。 I get what's fair。 I get what's ing to me。 Your interest in Sawyer and Sloat…I worked my ass off for that pany； and it ought to be mine。 We could get the paperwork done in a morning； Lily； and then concentrate on getting you taken care of。'
'Like Tommy Woodbine was taken care of；' she said。 'Sometimes I think you and Phil were too successful； Morgan。 Sawyer and Sloat was more manageable before you got into real…estate investments and production deals。 Remember when you had only a couple of deadbeat ics and a half…dozen hopeful actors and screenwriters as clients？ I liked life better before the megabucks。'
'Manageable； who are you kidding？' Uncle Morgan yelled。 'You can't even manage yourself！' Then he made an effort to calm himself。 'And I'll forget you mentioned Tom Woodbine。 That was beneath even you； Lily。'
'I'm going to hang up now； Sloat。 Stay away from here。 And stay away from Jack。'
'You are going into a hospital； Lily； and this running around is going to…'
His mother hung up in the middle of Uncle Morgan's sentence； Jack gently put down his own receiver。 Then he took a couple of steps closer to the window； as if not to be seen anywhere near the living…room phone。 Only silence came from the closed bedroom。
'Mom？' he said。
'Yes； Jacky？' He heard a slight wobble in her voice。
'You okay？ Is everything all right？'
'Me？ Sure。' Her footsteps came softly to the door； which cracked open。 Their eyes met； his blue to her blue。 Lily swung the door all the way open。 Again their eyes met； for a moment of unfortable intensity。 'Of course everything's all right。 Why wouldn't it be？' Their eyes disengaged。 Knowledge of some kind had passed between them； but what？ Jack wondered if she knew that he had listened to her conversation； then he thought that the knowledge they had just shared was…for the first time…the fact of her illness。
'Well；' he said； embarrassed now。 His mother's disease； that great unspeakable subject； grew obscenely large between them。 'I don't know； exactly。 Uncle Morgan seemed 。 。 。 ' He shrugged。
Lily shivered； and Jack came to another great recognition。 His mother was afraid…at least as afraid as he was。
She plugged a cigarette in her mouth and snapped open her lighter。 Another stabbing look from her deep eyes。 'Don't pay any attention to that pest； Jack。 I'm just irritated because it really doesn't seem that I'll ever be able to get away from him。 Your Uncle Morgan likes to bully me。' She exhaled gray smoke。 'I'm afraid that I don't have much appetite for breakfast anymore。 Why don't you take yourself downstairs and have a real breakfast this time？'
'e with me；' he said。
'I'd like to be alone for a while； Jack。 Try to understand that。'
Try to understand that。
Trust me。
These things that grown…ups said； meaning something else entirely。
'I'll be more panionable when you e back；' she said。 'That's a promise。'
And what she was really saying was I want to scream； I can't take any more of this； get out； get out！
'Should I bring you anything？'
She shook her head； smiling toughly at him； and he had to leave the room； though he no longer had any stomach for breakfast either。 Jack wandered down the corridor to the elevators。 Once again； there was only one place to go； but this time he knew it before he ever reached the gloomy lobby and the ashen； censorious desk clerk。
4
Speedy Parker was not in the small red…painted shack of an office； he was not out on the long pier； in the arcade where the two old boys were back playing Skee…Ball as if it were a war they both knew they would lose； he was not in the dusty vacancy beneath the roller coaster。 Jack Sawyer turned aimlessly in the harsh sunlight； looking down the empty avenues and deserted public places of the park。 Jack's fear tightened itself up a notch。 Suppose something had happened to Speedy？ It was impossible； but what if Uncle Morgan had found out about Speedy （found out what； though？） and had 。 。 。 Jack mentally saw the WILD CHILD van careening around a corner； grinding its gears and picking up speed。
He jerked himself into motion； hardly knowing which way he meant to go。 In the bright panic of his mood； he saw Uncle Morgan running past a row of distorting mirrors； turned by them into a series of monstrous and deformed figures。 Horns grew on his bald brow； a hump flowered between his fleshy shoulders； his wide fingers became shovels。 Jack veered sharply off to the right； and found himself moving toward an oddly shaped； almost round building of white slatlike boards。
From within it he suddenly heard a rhythmic tap tap tap。 The boy ran toward the sound…a wrench hitting a pipe； a hammer striking an anvil； a noise of work。 In the midst of the slats he found a doorknob and pulled open a fragile slat…door。
Jack went forward into striped darkness； and the sound grew louder。 The darkness changed form around him； altered its dimensions。 He stretched out his hands and touched canvas。 This slid aside； instantly； glowing yellow light fell about him。 'Travellin Jack；' said Speedy's voice。
Jack turned toward the voice and saw the custodian seated on the ground beside a partially dismantled merry…go…round。 He held a wrench in his hand； and before him a white horse with a foamy mane lay impaled by a long silver stake from pommel to belly。 Speedy gently put the wrench on the ground。 'Are you ready to talk now； son？' he asked。
CHAPTER 4
Jack Goes Over
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'Yes； I'm ready now；' Jack said in a perfectly calm voice； and then burst into tears。
'Say； Travellin Jack；' Speedy said； dropping his wrench and ing to him。 'Say； son； take her easy； take her easy now 。 。 。 '
But Jack couldn't take her easy。 Suddenly it was too much； all of it； too much； and it was cry or just sink under a great wave of blackness…a wave which no bright streak of gold could illuminate。 The tears hurt； but he sensed the terror would kill him if he did not cry it out。
'You do your weepin； Travellin Jack；' Speedy said； and put his arms around him。 Jack put his hot； swollen face against Speedy's thin shirt； smelling the man's smell…something like Old Spice； something like cinnamon； something like books that no one has taken out of the library in a long time。 Good smells； forting smells。 He groped his arms around Speedy； his palms felt the bones in Speedy's back； close to the surface； hardly covered by scant meat。
'You weep if it put you easy again；' Speedy said； rocking him。 'Sometimes it does。 I know。 Speedy knows how far you been； Travellin Jack； and how far you got to go； and how you tired。 So you weep if it put you easy。'
Jack barely understood the words…only the sounds of them； soothing and calming。
'My mother's really sick；' he said at last against Speedy's chest。 'I think she came here to get away from my father's old partner。 Mr。 Morgan Sloat。' He sniffed mightily； let go of Speedy； stepped back； and rubbed at his swollen eyes with the heels of his hands。 He was surprised at his lack of embarrassment…always before； his tears had disgusted and shamed him 。 。 。 it was almost like peeing your pants。 Was that because his mother had always been so tough？ He supposed that was part of it； all right； Lily Cavanaugh had little use for tears。
'But that ain't the only reason she e here； was it？'
'No；' Jack said in a low voice。 'I think 。 。 。 she came here to die。' His voice rose impossibly on the last word； making a squeak like an unoiled hinge。
'Maybe；' Speedy said； looking at Jack steadily。 'And maybe you here to save her。 Her 。 。 。 and a woman just like her。'
'Who？' Jack said through numb lips。 He knew who。 He didn't know her name； but he knew who。
'The Queen；' Speedy said。 'Her name is Laura DeLoessian； and she is the Queen of the Territories。'
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'Help me；' Speedy grunted。 'Catch ole Silver Lady right under the tail。 You be takin' liberties with the Lady； but I guess she ain't gonna mind if you're helpin me get her ba
