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But
nobody
moved
.
Late
dinners
were
carried
out
onto
the
night
lawns
and
set
upon
collapsible
tables
,
and
they
picked
at
these
slowly
until
two
o
’
clock
and
the
light
-
radio
message
flashed
from
Earth
.
They
could
read
the
great
Morse
-
code
flashes
which
flickered
like
a
distant
firefly
:
AUSTRALIAN
CONTINENT
ATOMIZED
IN
PREMATURE
EXPLOSION
OF
ATOMIC
STOCKPILE
.
LOS
ANGELES
,
LONDON
BOMBED
.
WAR
.
COME
HOME
.
COME
HOME
.
COME
HOME
.
They
stood
up
from
their
tables
.
COME
HOME
.
COME
HOME
.
COME
HOME
.
"
Have
you
heard
from
your
brother
Ted
this
year
?
"
"
You
know
.
With
mail
rates
five
bucks
a
letter
to
Earth
,
I
don
’
t
write
much
.
"
COME
HOME
.
