Mrs. Gamble suspected the worst the day the family went to Lake Margaret, when she’d crept up to Daniel’s room, and stood outside, six inches from the door, her arms crossed on her chest, listening. She thought she heard a noise, a sizzling sound, like an apple baking in an oven, the thin red skin stretching and splitting. Her hand flicked to the white wood of the door. It fell open. She held her breath and craned her short neck to see around the corner. The boy was asleep, his head turned on the pillow, so that she had a panoramic view of the protrusion. It had the look of something hard, unforgiving, nothing that would grow soft or oozy, the poison finally draining off. She believed that it was still in progress, continuing to enlarge while the parents drove off to celebrate the marriage of the grocer and his Mrs. Hoity-toity.A week after the party Daniel was admitted to the hospital for the removal of the lump. Mrs. Gamble did not need to be told that it was malignant. She had seen it.
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