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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 11 they have annihilated smallpox! They don't know how? Why not? Since the operation is postponed until next week I can go home for the week-end. Hurrah! There is much hugging and kissing. "Would you like to go out for dinner?" Mark asks, in a festive mood. "Fine." I've been sprung - if not pardoned, at least the execution has been put off. We take the kids to McDonald's for dinner. It smells scrumptious, it is delicious - the taste of hamburgers and onions, the french fries, the grease, the sound of people eating and talking and laughing together. "Guess what I did today, Mama!" My four-year-old Chris says he called Grandma on the telephone. Grandma lives in California. Oh, no. "You didn't!" I say. "Yes, I did! I talked to Grandma, and Grandma said to me, she said "This . . .is. . .a. . .recording.'" We all laugh. It feels so good. After dinner, when the boys have all gone to sleep, we |