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Show 15-7 "No sir. It helps in some way. After all, I did come back. Or part of me did. That's something, I guess. Even though I haven't always thought so." "Yes, I can imagine." Father nodded slowly. We sat a bit longer, the day cooling around us, the men beginning to drift inside, the nuns chirping at them. A sadness circled us at the table. Maybe it was the talk about Paul and the battle. Maybe I shouldn't have brought it up. I looked at Andrew and then at my father. He was where the sadness began. He was usually all cheer and laughter and energy. Today he sat as if he didn't want to leave that table, or us. Finally Andrew stood up. "I'll do what I can, Doctor. Bye, Annie. See you soon." Father patted ray hand and stood up. "Let's go home, Annie." Maybe everything was all right. Father did work hard and was tired. Everything was all right when we could go home. |