On the fourth day of these so welcome holidays, she found
she was storming with anger at the twins; two shrinking beautiful
children whJ (and this is what checked her) stood hand in
hand looking at her with sheer dismayed disbelief' This was
their calm riother, shouting at them. And for what? They had
come to her with some game' some bit of nonsense' They'
looked at each other, moved closer for support, and went off
hand in hand, leaving Susan holding on to the windowsill of
the livingroom, breathing deep, feeling siak. She went to lie
down, te[ing the older children she had a headache. She heard
the boy Harry telling the little ones: "It's all right, Mother's got
a headache." She heard that It's all right with pain