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"
El
.
.
.
"
she
said
.
"
Why
won
’
t
you
tell
me
how
he
was
killed
?
I
swear
I
won
’
t
tell
anybody
.
Honestly
.
Please
.
"
"
No
.
"
"
Please
.
Honestly
.
I
won
’
t
tell
anybody
.
"
Eloise
finished
her
drink
and
replaced
the
empty
glass
upright
on
her
chest
.
"
You
’
d
tell
Akim
Tamiroff
,
"
she
said
.
"
No
,
I
wouldn
’
t
!
I
mean
I
wouldn
’
t
tell
any
—
"
"
Oh
,
"
said
Eloise
,
"
his
regiment
was
resting
someplace
.
It
was
between
battles
or
something
,
this
friend
of
his
said
that
wrote
me
.
Walt
and
some
other
boy
were
putting
this
little
Japanese
stove
in
a
package
.
Some
colonel
wanted
to
send
it
home
.
Or
they
were
taking
it
out
of
the
package
to
rewrap
it
—
I
don
’
t
know
exactly
.
Anyway
,
it
was
all
full
of
gasoline
and
junk
and
it
exploded
in
their
faces
.
The
other
boy
just
lost
an
eye
.
"
Eloise
began
to
cry
.
She
put
her
hand
around
the
empty
glass
on
her
chest
to
steady
it
.
Mary
Jane
slid
off
the
couch
and
,
on
her
knees
,
took
three
steps
over
to
Eloise
and
began
to
stroke
her
forehead
.
"
Don
’
t
cry
,
El
.
Don
’
t
cry
.
"
"
Who
’
s
crying
?
"
Eloise
said
.
"
I
know
,
but
don
’
t
.
I
mean
it
isn
’
t
worth
it
or
anything
.
