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"
Yes
,
"
said
his
wife
.
"
I
hated
like
hell
to
see
him
take
out
that
weapon
.
"
"
What
weapon
?
"
"
Well
,
I
thought
it
was
one
!
I
’
m
sorry
,
I
’
m
sorry
!
How
many
times
do
I
say
it
!
"
"
Ssh
,
"
said
Elma
,
putting
one
finger
to
her
lips
.
"
Ssh
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
care
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
got
the
whole
Earth
Settlements
,
Inc
.
,
back
of
me
!
"
He
snorted
.
"
These
Martians
won
’
t
dare
—
"
"
Look
,
"
said
Elma
.
He
looked
out
onto
the
dead
sea
bottom
.
He
dropped
his
broom
.
He
picked
it
up
and
his
mouth
was
open
,
a
little
free
drop
of
saliva
flew
on
the
air
,
and
he
was
suddenly
shivering
.
"
Elma
,
Elma
,
Elma
!
"
he
said
.
"
Here
they
come
,
"
said
Elma
.
