Mrs. Bowles turned off the parlor walls. She sat in the black room for a moment. The sweet silence rang in her ears just as Montag's words did."Go home and think of your first husband divorced and your second husband killed in a jet and your third husband blowing his brains out..." Montag had told her to think about them. And she did. She tried to think of her first husband, her second husband, her third husband and all of the abortions and her kids. Mrs. Bowles tried to think about all of this but she couldn't. She couldn't remember the name of her first husband, what her second husband had looked like, when she met her third husband. All of these thoughts flashed through her head as she lay back on the couch, her heart beating furiously in her chest. Why couldn't she remember? What had prevented her from all of this? These thoughts all flashed through her head as she drifted into unconsciousness on the couch.
The next morning she rose to the sound of the parlor walls all blaring around her. She yawned. Glancing around, she looked for her Seashells. Maybe she had left them at Mildred's house. A cold feeling tingled down her spine. Hadn't something happened at Mildred's last night? Mrs. Bowles instantly dismissed the feeling, all they ever did was watch the parlor walls anyway. She sighed and pressed a button on the wall causing a robotic arm to pop out of the wall and begin to make her some toast. She settled down on the couch, once again waiting to talk to her 'family'. She smiled. It's good to have a family, she thought.
