Chapter 13 popular mechanics

Things started to change early that morning.The snow melted into streams of dirty water that ran from the small shoulder-high window that looked out on to the back yard.On the street, a car drove by, splashing pieces of muddy water.It was getting darker outside.It was getting darker inside too. When she came to the door, he was in the bedroom, stuffing clothes into the suitcase. I'm so glad you're leaving!I'm so glad you're leaving!she says.Did you hear that? He continued to put things in the box. son of a bitch!I'm so glad you're leaving!she began to cry.You can't even look me in the face, can you?

Then she noticed the picture of the child on the bed and picked it up. He looked at her, and she wiped her eyes, stared at him for a moment, then turned away and went back into the living room. Bring me back that picture, he said. You better pack your things and go, she said. He made no reply.He fastened the suitcase, put on his coat, and glanced at the bedroom before turning off the light.Then he walked out of the bedroom and into the living room. She was holding the child and standing at the door of the small kitchen. I want kids, he said. Are you crazy? No, I want the baby and I'll have someone come get his stuff in a few days.

You don't touch the child, she said. The baby began to cry and she pulled the blanket away from his head a little. Oh, oh, she said, looking at the child. He approached her step by step. For God's sake!she says.She took a step back into the kitchen. I want children. Get out! She turned away and tried to carry the baby into the corner behind the stove. But he stepped forward.He stepped over the stove and took hold of the child tightly in both hands.Let go, he said. Go away, go away!she cried. The child blushed and screamed.In the melee, they knocked over a vase hanging behind the stove.

At this time, he forced her to the wall, trying to break her hand away.He grabbed the child and pulled desperately. Let go, he said. Come on, she said.You hurt the baby, she said. I didn't hurt the baby, he said. There was no light in the kitchen window.In almost total darkness, he squeezed her fist with one hand, while with the other he held the screaming child under his arm. She felt her fingers had been forcibly split.She felt the child was leaving her. No!She cried out as soon as she let go. She wants this child.She grabbed the child's other arm.She hugged the baby by the waist and pulled it back.

But he never let go.He felt that the child was about to slip from his hands, so he pulled back hard. That's it, problem solved.