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Show 3-2 "Yesterday, at the station. Those men . . ." She turned and looked at me where I sat, not touching the berries. "What had happened to them?" She came and sat across from me, her fingers circling the cup. "I know Father was working in a hospital. Helping wounded men. But . . ." "But what,.Annie?" "But those men, on the stretchers . . . with the faces . . . What, I mean, what happened to them?" "I see what it is." She reached across the table and circled my hand with fingers warm from the coffee cup. "You've been worried about that, haven't you?" I nodded, relieved to at last have it spoken. "I think your father had better talk to you about this." I looked at her quickly. "Can he talk about it? Will it upset him?" "Yes, I imagine it will. But yeu need some answers, Annie." She stood, "Now eat your breakfast. We're going to town when Larry comes back. He needs some new things." She poured me a glass of milk. "Nothing seems to fit him." She almost giggled. "I never thought he would lose weight* But he has." And then she sighed. I ate alowly and watched my mother move about the kitchen. I had so looked forward to Father coming home. And it was not at all the way I had planned. Everything that should have been golden with joy had a tinge of sadness. Like Mother's sigh now. Why was she sad? Why did Father stand in the darkness last night and look out at the street when he could have come in and help us wash the dishes? I heard Father at the front door and I hurriedly finished my milk. He came |