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"
Not
Earth
—
oh
no
,
it
couldn
’
t
be
,
"
he
wailed
.
He
stood
there
,
his
hands
at
his
sides
,
his
mouth
open
,
his
eyes
wide
and
dull
,
not
moving
.
"
Sam
.
"
She
called
his
name
.
For
the
first
time
in
days
her
eyes
were
bright
.
"
Sam
?
"
He
looked
up
at
the
sky
.
"
Well
,
"
she
said
.
She
glanced
around
for
a
minute
or
so
in
silence
.
Then
briskly
she
flapped
a
wet
towel
over
her
arm
.
"
Switch
on
more
lights
,
turn
up
the
music
,
open
the
doors
,
There
’
ll
be
another
batch
of
customers
along
in
about
a
million
years
.
Gotta
be
ready
,
yes
,
sir
.
"
Sam
did
not
move
.
"
What
a
swell
spot
for
a
hot
-
dog
stand
,
"
she
said
.
She
reached
over
and
picked
a
toothpick
out
of
a
jar
and
put
it
between
her
front
teeth
.
"
Let
you
in
on
a
little
secret
,
Sam
,
"
she
whispered
,
leaning
toward
him
.
"
This
looks
like
it
’
s
going
to
be
an
off
season
.
"
They
all
came
out
and
looked
at
the
sky
that
night
.
They
left
their
suppers
or
their
washing
up
or
their
dressing
for
the
show
and
they
came
out
upon
their
now
-
not
-
quite
-
as
-
new
porches
and
watched
the
green
star
of
Earth
there
.
It
was
a
move
without
conscious
effort
;
they
all
did
it
,
to
help
them
understand
the
news
they
had
heard
on
the
radio
a
moment
before
.
There
was
Earth
and
there
the
coming
war
,
and
there
hundreds
of
thousands
of
mothers
or
grandmothers
or
fathers
or
brothers
or
aunts
or
uncles
or
cousins
.
They
stood
on
the
porches
and
tried
to
believe
in
the
existence
of
Earth
,
much
as
they
had
once
tried
to
believe
in
the
existence
of
Mars
;
it
was
a
problem
reversed
.
To
all
intents
and
purposes
,
Earth
now
was
dead
;
they
had
been
away
from
it
for
three
or
four
years
.
Space
was
an
anesthetic
;
seventy
million
miles
of
space
numbed
you
,
put
memory
to
sleep
,
depopulated
Earth
,
erased
the
past
,
and
allowed
these
people
here
to
go
on
with
their
work
.
But
now
,
tonight
,
the
dead
were
risen
,
Earth
was
reinhabited
,
memory
awoke
,
a
million
names
were
spoken
:
What
was
so
-
and
-
so
doing
tonight
on
Earth
?
What
about
this
one
and
that
one
?
The
people
on
the
porches
glanced
sidewise
at
each
other
’
s
faces
.
At
nine
o
’
clock
Earth
seemed
to
explode
,
catch
fire
,
and
burn
.
The
people
on
the
porches
put
up
their
hands
as
if
to
beat
the
fire
out
.
