He stared as the emotional realization set in. She was an old shell now, this other wife, this other mother, who had deprived him of his father for all those years. It was only now deep in his senility that he looked at him straight on. As a boy when he looked, always in passing, his eyes were glazed over, thinking of the work machine. So this ghastly beast was it. He sighed and continued his work as foreman, setting out the demolition plans.
