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Show 21-7 Mother looked up at her. "Yes, but he is your son." "He isn't yours. That's why you.can look at him and not remember what he used to be. That's easy for you." Mrs. Crayton took back the picture. She sat down again in the rocking chair. "You said your brother was killed?" Mother nodded. Mrs. Crayton leaned forward and almost hissed at Mother. "Then you're lucky. Don't wish him back." Mother blinked quickly and then stood up. "I'm sorry. I still think he needs ..." "Oh yes, he needs us. I know that. But we have no room for him now. The Bible says there is time to live and a time to die. I think Andrew missed his time to die. Maybe the doctors did more than they should've. Maybe that hospital filled with men is a real bad mistake. And if you asked most of them, they'd tell you the same." Mrs. Crayton stood up and looked at Mother straight. "Andrew wanted to die, when he first came home. He told me that. Said he wished they'd let him go. Think about that." The young woman opened the door for us. Mrs. Crayton stood in the middle of the room watching us. Mother turned to her. "Thank you for seeing us. I'm sorry if I caused you pain." "Pain? I'm over that. That ended when Andrew went away. I knew he'd either not come back or come back changed. That's the way of war. Better get used to that." Mother paused by the door. "Thank you for the water," she said to the young woman. "Thank you for coming. Tell Andrew," she turned and looked at her mother, "tell Andrew hello from Jane. And that the baby is coming in the fall. And that if it's a boy, I'm going to name it after him." |
