She lay on her back on the floor looking at the furniture from under-neath like when she'd been little and thinking of , Joe Washburn. It was too old for her,but I thought she'd come by it honestly enough. I watched until he had backed upto the lane and I was sure he was gone. Several of these drums had come unanchored and were floating away.
They both had tears in their eyes when the two boys met on the battlefield and died in each other's arms on the battlefield. Anyway, she didn't care, it was so good to be home. She looked no more than twenty-two or -three. Then, just as I was thinking I must have left thephone in the north bedroom off the hook, I realized ir wasn't completesilence.
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