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"  Originally published in the April 1998 issue His parents had not meant to abuse him; they had meant to love him, and they did love him. But Oliver had come late in their little pack of offspring, at a time when the challenge of child rearing was wearing thin, and he proved susceptible to mishaps. He was born with inturned feet and learned to crawl with corrective casts up to his ankles. When they were at last removed, he cried in terror because he thought those heavy plaster boots scraping and bumping along the floor had been part of himself.  One day in his infancy, they found him on their dressing-room floor with a box of mothballs, some of which were wet with saliva; in retrospect, they wondered if there had really been a need to rush him to the hospital and have his poor little stomach pumped. His face was gray-green afterward. The following summer, when he had learned to walk, his parents had unthinkingly swum off the beach together, striving for romantic harmony in the wake of a late party and alcoholic quarrel, and were quite unaware, until they saw the lifeguard racing along the beach, that Oliver had toddled after them and had been floating on his face for what might have been, given a less alert lifeguard, a fatal couple of minutes. This time, his face was blue, and he coughed for hours.  He was the least complaining of their children. He did not blame his parents when neither they nor the school authorities detected his &amp;quot;sleepy&amp;quot; right eye in time for therapy, with the result that when he closed that eye everything looked intractably fuzzy. Just the sight of the boy holding a schoolbook at a curious angle to the light made his father want to weep impotently.  And it happened that he was just the wrong, vulnerable age when his parents went through their separation and divorce. His older brothers were off at boarding school and college, embarked on manhood, free of family. His younger sister was small enough to find the new arrangements \u2014 the meals in restaurants with her father, the friendly men who appeared to take her mother out \u2014 exciting. But Oliver, at thirteen, felt the weight of the household descend on him and made his mother&amp;#039;s sense of abandonment his own. Again, his father impotently grieved. It was he, and not the boy, who was at fault, really, when the bad grades began to come in from day school and then from college, and Oliver broke his arm falling down the frat stairs, or leaping, by another account of the confused incident, from a girl&amp;#039;s window. Not one but several family automobiles met a ruinous end with him at the wheel, though with no more injury, as it happened, than contused knees and loosened front teeth. The teeth grew firm again, thank God, for his innocent smile, slowly spreading across his face as the full humor of his newest misadventure dawned, was one of his best features. His teeth were small and round and widely spaced \u2014 baby teeth.  Then he married, which seemed yet another mishap, to go with the late nights, abandoned jobs, and fallen-through opportunities of his life as a young adult. The girl, Alicia, was as accident-prone as he, given to substance abuse and unwanted pregnancies. Her emotional disturbances left her and others bruised. By comparison, Oliver was solid and surefooted, and she looked up to him. This was the key. What we expect of others, they try to provide. He held on to a job, and she held on to her pregnancies. You should see him now, with their two children, a fair little girl and a dark-haired boy. Oliver has grown broad and holds the two of them at once. They are birds in a nest. He is a tree, a sheltering boulder. He is a protector of the weak.  RELATED STORIES:  TOM JUNOD: The Miracle of John Updike  BENJAMIN PERCY: Rabbit Remembered  LATE UPDIKE FICTION: &amp;quot;The Rumor,&amp;quot; Now Available Online  DAILY ENDORSEMENT: Sex Writing that Makes Updike Read Like Updike  LIST: Rabbit, Run Makes Esquire&amp;#039;s 75 Greatest Books  REVIEW: Villages  REVIEW: Terrorist   "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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