'At least he's been honest with her,' Helen told Garp. There was one of those silences wherein a family can identify its separate, breathing parts in the night. Open doors off an upstairs hall: Duncan breathing lazily, an almost-eight-year-old with lots of time to live; Walt breathing those tentative two-year-old breaths; Helen, even and cool. Garp held his breath. He knew she knew about the babysitters.
—John Irving, The World According to Garp
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