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Show 17-5 "Yes, ma'am. That most families would prefer to believe that their men had died in battle. Doing their duty." "So Paul was not doing his duty while he was lying in a hospital bed, covered with red sores, dying of the measles? Is that what they believe?" "I don't know, Mrs. Metcalf." Mother turned her back on us and walked to the window. She clutched the curtain in one hand. "Andrew," Father said, "why don't you and Annie go on outside? I'll come find you later." "Yes sir." We both stood up. Mother suddenly turned. "Andrew, I want to thank you. You d i d n ' t have to t e l l me t h i s . That was honest of you. Thank you." "You're welcome, ma'am. I hope i t was the r i g h t thing." "Yes i t was. Never doubt t h a t . The t r u t h i s always the b e s t . " And suddenly my mother bent her head and began to cry. Andrew took my hand and we l e f t. |