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"
In
a
month
,
"
he
said
loudly
.
"
Why
you
look
so
funny
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
trust
those
Earth
people
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
ll
believe
it
when
I
see
them
ten
thousand
rockets
arrive
with
the
one
hundred
thousand
Mexicans
and
Chinese
on
them
.
"
"
Customers
.
"
He
lingered
on
the
word
.
"
One
hundred
thousand
hungry
people
.
"
"
If
,
"
said
his
wife
slowly
,
watching
the
sky
,
"
there
’
s
no
atomic
war
.
I
don
’
t
trust
no
atom
bombs
.
There
’
s
so
many
of
them
on
Earth
now
,
you
never
can
tell
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
said
Sam
,
and
went
on
sweeping
.
From
the
corners
of
his
eyes
he
caught
a
blue
flicker
.
Something
floated
in
the
air
gently
behind
him
.
He
heard
his
wife
say
,
"
Sam
.
A
friend
of
yours
to
see
you
.
"
Sam
whirled
to
see
the
mask
seemingly
floating
in
the
wind
.
"
So
you
’
re
back
again
!
"
And
Sam
held
his
broom
like
a
weapon
.
The
mask
nodded
.
It
was
cut
from
pale
blue
glass
and
was
fitted
above
a
thin
neck
;
under
which
were
blowing
loose
robes
of
thin
yellow
silk
.
From
the
silk
two
mesh
silver
bands
appeared
.
The
mask
mouth
was
a
slot
from
which
musical
sounds
issued
now
as
the
robes
,
the
mask
,
the
hands
increased
to
a
height
,
decreased
.
