looked at his mother； seeing； as though she weresomeone else； the dark； hard lines running downward from her eyes； and the deep； perpetual scowlin her forehead； and the downturned； tightened mouth； and the strong； thin； brown； and bonyhands； and the phrase turned against him like a two…edged sword； for was it not he； in his falsepride and his evil imagination； who was filthy？ Through a storm of tears that did not reach hiseyes； he stared at the yellow room； and the room shifted； the light of the sun darkened； and hismother’s face changed。 He face became the face that he gave her in his dreams； the face that hadbeen hers in a photograph he had seen once； long ago； a photograph taken before he was born。 Thisface was young and proud； uplifted； with a smile that made the wide mouth beautiful and glowedin the enormous eyes。 It was the face of a girl who knew that no evikl could undo her； and whocould laugh； surely； as his mother did not laugh now。 Between the two faces there stretched adarkness and a mystery that John feared； and that sometimes caused him to hate her。
Now she saw him and she asked； breaking off her conversation with Roy： ‘You hungry；little sleepyhead？’
‘Well！ About time you was getting up；’ said Sarah。
He moved to the table and sat down； feeling the most bewildering panic of his life； a needto touch things； the table and chairs and the walls of the room； to make certain that the roomexisted and that he was in the room。 He did not look at h