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Show in my father's house/ 117 the car. "Where's your mother?" she said, her voice sharp, her tears gone. She turned back to the grey house. Aunt Sarah came out with Corinne in her arms, and I could hear her bright voice as she crossed the yard. "You're going with Aunt Helga and Aunt Hannah. Won't that be fun? See, here's Jeannie." She stopped short. "Why are you kids crying?" she demanded. "Mother..." Hugh sobbed. "I want to see Daddy," I cried. Margot just screamed, a shrill cry that seemed to make the moon quiver. "Now kids," Aunt Sarah said, her voice strong and sure. "Look, Corinne isn't crying. She's going to have fun on this trip. And so will you, if you'll stop this silly bawling. Jeannie, stop it. What's wrong?" I stopped crying long enough to tell her. "I want Daddy. I don't want him to go to jail. I don't want to leave. I want to stay here, together." She reached through the window and hugged me with big soft arms. "Now listen, darlin'. You're just going, away for a little while. Do you know where you're going?" I shook my head. "You're going to Mexico, where the Indians -- the Lamanites -- live. You'll see all sorts of strange, lovely things. A big orange moon three times the size of this one. And beautiful flowers. And when you've seen everything |