Call It Sleep

Henry Roth

1934

VII

Another week had passed. The two men had just gone off together. With something of an annoyed laugh, his mother went to the door and stood fingering the catch of the lock. Finally she lifted it. The hidden tongue sprang into its groove.

“Oh, what nonsense!” she unlocked it again, looked up at the light and then at the windows.

David felt…

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