The friction and tension grew between them like a bad fungus. They kept their cheerful masks on and carried on. Mrs. Bomp grew paranoid that Mr. Bomp was having an affair though he was not. Mr. Bomp resented her cheerful little notes and felt despondent that his career had been rendered meaningless. The little bomps started hitting and punching other children on the playground for no apparent reason.
They went through several chapters of little scenes which illustrated the thick walls forming around them. The economy continued to tilt. The psyche of the family mirrored the psyche of the nation. They tried to begin anew, in a smaller house, with a smaller mortgage and it was an utter failure. I think the ending was mysteriously gruesome and the beginning of another story.