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Glass litters the hall in sparkling sprays. Some, like the one of the farm, have been thrown down. Most of these framed photographs have been taken down. Her fingers look as if they have been dipped in red ink. She points toward the place where the Ireland travel poster hung, and he sees that four of the nails on her left hand have been ripped partly or completely away. She begins to sing the chorus of Ty's lullabye again and he can't stand it.Judy, no,he says, going to her through the strewn minefield that was, only last night when he came in to give Ty a good-night kiss, a reasonably neat little boy's room.Stop, honey, it's okay. I was sure he'd be behind that one, if he was anywhere he'd be behind that one. Ty's gone,she says simply.I looked behind all the pictures I could. There are more streaks of blood on the wallboard beneath Behind the rectangle where the poster of the castle hung (COME BACK TO THE AULD SOD), the wallpaper has been almost entirely stripped away. In every case but one she has left the wallpaper behind the posters alone, but the one exception is a beaut. His posters have been pulled from the walls Mark McGwire has been torn in half. The coat of Tyler's only suit hangs askew from the closet's doorknob. The closet door is open and more clothes have been struck from the hangers that same spousal telepathy tells him she tore Ty's slacks and button-up shirts down so she could make sure nothing was behind them. Summer clothes are spread hell to breakfastjeans and T-shirts and underwear and white athletic socks. The bureau itself has been pulled away from the wall. The drawers have been yanked out of his bureau and lie everywhere, most overturned. Ty's room looks like the aftermath of a rough search in a detective movie. Fred sprints the length of the upstairs hall with glass crunching under his loafers is there not such a thing as mother's intuition? Ty is with his friends he told Fred just last night that he, Ronnie, T.J., and the less-than-pleasant Wexler boy intended to spend the daygoofing off.If the other three boys go somewhere Ty doesn't want to be, he has promised to come directly home. He stands in the door, all words temporarily knocked out of himĮven though he's sure Tyler is fine (certainly Fred has had no premonitions today, unless we count his rosy sales prediction about the new Hiler roto), he feels a shudder course through him at the sight of those streaks, and it is not Judy's condition that causes it but what she's just said: Ty's gone. This is where they have hung the gallery of their past: Fred and Judy outside Madison Shoes, a blues club they sometimes went to when there was nothing interesting going on at the Chocolate Watchband Fred and Judy dancing the first dance at their wedding reception while their folks happily looked on Judy in a hospital bed, exhausted but smiling, holding the wrapped bundle that was Ty the photo of the Marshall family farm that she always sniffed at more Her tongue comes out, but this time it gives only a feeble little lick at her upper lip. She gives a tired sigh, and her arms drop away from her husband's neck.

Judy hasn't toured their bedroom during her rampage, and to Fred it looks like a cool oasis of sanity. and down will come Tyler, cradle and all. When she raises her hands to wipe them away, her fingers leave appalling streaks of blood Abbalah-doonThe tears course down her cheeks. Ty's gone,Judy says.Gorg fascinated him and the abbalah took him. What is he supposed to do? When you discover that the woman you love has gone madhad a break with reality, at the very leastwhat are you supposed to do? How the hell do you deal with it?

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This is like coming into a horror movie halfway through the show, discovering it's real, and not knowing what to do. I see that now.She pauses, then cries:Abbalah Abbalah-gorg, Abbalah-doonHer tongue comes outcomes out to an impossible, cartoonish lengthand swipes spittishly across her nose.

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