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Show 11-6 Andrew lit a cigarette. "Something like that." I looked out into the shadows of the hospital trees. The men there could be soldiers again, the white of their bandages dimmed in the shadows making them all once again whole and heroic. The day moved on around me and finally Father came to take me home. He had to shake me by the shoulder several times to get my attention. When I finally looked up and noticed him, he chuckled and then winked at Andrew. "This girl's a dreamer. We lose her every now and then. Let's go home, Annie." I said goodbye to Andrew and he waved. He still seemed to be far away from me. Maybe he too was looking out under the trees, to the far distant woods, where golden men and boys with dark eyes fought arid died in glory. |