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Show 1*6 Red's eyes were explosions and Helen looked like a saint with her gray skin on the white sheets. "This will cost a fortune," said Red. Helen looked at me. "He'd rather pay for my funeral." It sure looked like Helen was right. Red fought with her that visit and the next visit and the morning before the operation and the day after. But the day xxxx- after that the explosions were gone from his eyes. He came home from work, took one babysitter home, got another, made something horrible for supper from left-overs and noodles for the fourth day in a row, and made everybody xxxx shove it down, xxxxiax- He piled us into the car xaxxxxxxxxxxxx and stopped at the florist and bought twenty-four red xaxxxx roses which xx he gave to Helen with a hug. "I love you," Red said to Helen. Helen almost x cried. She said, "When's the dance?" which she always said to Red after they made up, and I guess axxxx right after she had every baby. It went back a long way. "Come home," said Red. "Where else would I go?" "I don't know. I love you. Just come home." "In a couple days," said Helen. She had color in her akaa cheeks. She kissed me and she kissed Neda. Red gathered us up and took us to the door. "I'll see you a£ for lunch tomorrow," said Red. Helen smiled at him. "You still think I'm wrong," she said. "You're god-damn right I do," said Red. Helen got visits from her relatives too. David came up for the afternoon from his farm in Mercer, and Jon came, with Bush who he lived with now because he was too nervous since the war XKHHXBXXXXXX for practicing law. Jon said, "How are you, Six little Sis," and touched Helen's head, then he went to the foot of the bed and paced back and forth with his hands in his pockets and watched the floor. "What's the matter with Jon?" Helen asked Bush. "He's fine," said Jon. "He's just tired all the time. He's tired of being a hero. He's tired of bombs. He's tired of war." "The war's over," Helen said. "The war is never over," said Jon. "There's the war of good |