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They
shut
the
door
.
Inside
,
they
warmed
their
hands
at
a
fire
.
They
shivered
.
In
the
distance
,
through
the
window
,
they
saw
rain
gleaming
on
the
sides
of
the
rocket
which
had
brought
them
from
Earth
.
"
There
’
s
only
one
thing
,
"
said
LaFarge
,
looking
at
his
hands
.
"
What
’
s
that
?
"
asked
his
wife
.
"
I
wish
we
could
have
brought
Tom
with
us
.
"
"
Oh
,
now
,
Lafe
!
"
"
I
won
’
t
start
again
;
I
’
m
sorry
.
"
"
We
came
here
to
enjoy
our
old
age
in
peace
,
not
to
think
of
Tom
.
He
’
s
been
dead
so
long
now
,
we
should
try
to
forget
him
and
everything
on
Earth
.
"
"
You
’
re
right
,
"
he
said
,
and
turned
his
hands
again
to
the
heat
.
He
gazed
into
the
fire
.
"
I
won
’
t
speak
of
it
any
more
.
It
’
s
just
I
miss
driving
out
to
Green
Lawn
Park
every
Sunday
to
put
flowers
on
his
marker
.
It
used
to
be
our
only
excursion
.
"
The
blue
rain
fell
gently
upon
the
house
.
At
nine
o
’
clock
they
went
to
bed
and
lay
quietly
,
hand
in
hand
,
he
fifty
-
five
,
she
sixty
,
in
the
raining
darkness
.
