"He was blaming you and your father for what's been going on here in the last two weeks. Yes. He'd help get things straightened out." At home, he found his mother simply dazed. She was happy to see him, and solicitous about his and his father's health. It seemed at times, though, as if he were somebody she had never met before. Events had gotten so far beyond her that she wasn't even trying to catch up. Flora, returning from school, stopped short when she saw him. "Well! I hope you like what you've done!" she greeted him. "For a start, yes." "For a start! You know what you've done?" "Yes. I don't know what you think I've done, though. Tell me."
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