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ward nothing but its own glassy self。 In that one way； at least； radio was better。
Janice came in； knelt beside the arm of my chair； and took my hand。 For a little while neither of us said anything； just stayed that way； listening to Kay Kyser's Kollege of Musical Knowledge and watching the stars e out。 It was all right with me。
〃I'm so sorry I called you a coward〃； she said。 〃I feel worse about that than anything I've ever said to you in our whole marriage。〃
〃Even the time when we went camping and you called me Old Stinky Sam？〃 I asked； and then we laughed and had a kiss or two and it was better again between us。 She was so beautiful； my Janice； and I still dream of her。 Old and tired of living as I am； I'll dream that she walks into my room in this lonely； forgotten place where the hallways all smell of piss and old boiled cabbage； I dream she's young and beautiful with her blue eyes and her fine high breasts that I couldn't hardly keep my hands off of； and she'll say； Why； honey； I wasn't in that bus crash。 You made a mistake； that's all。 Even now I dream that； and sometimes when I wake up and know it was a dream； I cry。 I； who hardly ever cried at all when I was young。
〃Does Hal know？〃 she asked at last。
〃That John 's innocent？ I don't see how he can。〃
〃Can he help？ Does he have any influence with Cribus？〃
〃Not a bit； honey
She nodded； as if she had expected this。 〃Then don't tell him。 If he can't help； for God's
