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victim of his sexual assault.
As for Mrs. Haig, she had no such fantasies. She
tried not to imagine her husband at all, for doing so she
saw his face as the hot rodder's car ground his leg
against metal. She saw his face as he frowned,
bloodeyed, over a textbook at one in the morning, as
the doctor commiserated with their barrenness, as the
nurse pulled the curtain around his father's hospital bed,
as he told her they'd stopped the highway and with it his
dreams. She did imagine what she might have done if
she hadn't committed the sin of will-lessness that had
led her to agree to marry him. She imagined returning to
the Sisters of Mercy. She imagined going mad, muffling,
behind quilted walls, the screams she could not will
herself not to hear. She imagined being killed by the
dogs. And tonight, suddenly, to her confused shock,
she found herself imagining what it might be like to be
married to Winslow Abernathy. It must be, she thought,
because he was coupled in her mind with the girl, Chin
Lam, and with the visit to Dr. Scaper's, and so with the
question of what troubled her heart—physically and
really. The lawyer was a stranger who had involved