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Show 26-3 that another of his patients had died. Then neither of us spoke again. But as I glanced up at her I saw her wipe her cheek with the back of her hand. So it was as if nothing had happened. Except. Several ladies hid behind a bookcase to avoid speaking to Mother in the library. I noticed small clusters of people looking at us and whispering as Mother and I shopped. The phone rang several times the next few days and when we answered, no one was there. Mrs. Wallace who lived next door asked me one day as I was on my way to school what my mother was thinking of. When I asked her what she meant, Mrs. Wallace just shook her head. No one said anything to me at school. This was an adult concern and the children didn't seem to know about it. And soon everything returned to normal. Except again. One morning Mother silently handed the newspaper to Father, folded in half so only one article showed. Father read it, paused a moment, then looked up at Mother and smiled a small smile. Mother just looked at him. I read the article while I was clearing the table after they had left the room. "Plans for War Memorial Proceed" was the headline and the article quoted Reverend Bingham and Father Moncrief of the Catholic Church. Five thousand dollars had been raised and the drawing of the memorial had been completed. The public was invited to drop into the library where the plans were on display. The article also listed all the men from the area who had been killed or were missing and asked all relatives to check that their dead or missing were included and that all names were spelled right. I found the name of Paul MacKenzie MacLeod. It was spelled right. So Uncle Paul would be on the memorial. No matter how he died. Or whether he died a hero. That he died was enough. The following week, we were told at school that a ceremony was being planned for the first anniversary of the end of the war and that we were to take part by |