volkmlli

At dinnertime, Dawn would tell the Swede, "All that hard work for nothingI'm going crazier and crazierI'd stand on my head if it helped--but nothing helps The home movie of Merry's first birthday showed everybody singing "Happy Birthday" and Merry, in her high chair, screamingBut only weeks later, for no apparent reason, the fury of the screaming began to ebb, then the frequency, and by the time she was one and a half, everything was wonderful and remained wonderful and went on being wonderful until the stuttering What had gone wrong for Merry was what her Jewish grandfather had known would go wrong from the morning of the meeting on Central AvenueThe Swede had sat in a chair in the corner of the office, well out of the line of fire