"Getting awfully religious aren't you? This isn't like you, Laura."
Clutching at him, tugging, pulling.
"Richard, don't go!"
"You're hysterical. Let go of me and get back to bed. That's the only place you feel important, isn't it?"
"I won't let you go. I won't!"
Tugging, pulling. Oh, Faw-Faw, why did I have to watch?
"Stop it, Laura!"
Shrieking, crying!
"Richard, Richard!"
Oh, Faw-Faw! Did it really happen? The upraised arm, that hard flat palm? The sharp, cracking noise? The moan of shock and pain? Oh, Faw-Faw! Did it really happen?