"Often. Usually my crises come when I'm too poor to go anywhere, though."
"Jerry is generous with money, so I can go."
"Does he understand this—need?"
"I think so."
"Well, good luck to you, dear. Be careful of our child and get your think out," laughed Bobs as Jane left.
She would have marvelled had she seen her guest stop by the studio, where she and Jerry had begun their experiment, and lay her head against the door for a second, like a troubled child against its mother.
Life was so simple then, when she had accepted Jerry's wild proposal; it had grown so complex now, so woven of her own and other people's heart strings.
When she arrived at home she found big Jerry beside little Jerry's bed, one small hand clasped about his father's forefinger, while big Jerry sat very still for fear of waking him. Jane smiled at them.
"It won't wake him, see," she said, and slowly loosed the tiny fingers.
When Anna came up and announced dinner, she told Jane in delighted detail how Jerry had put the baby to bed. He refused to let her touch him, he had done it all himself.