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"
I
’
ve
been
wondering
about
Jane
;
you
remember
Jane
,
my
kid
sister
?
"
COME
HOME
.
At
three
in
the
chilly
morning
the
luggage
-
store
proprietor
glanced
up
.
A
lot
of
people
were
coming
down
the
street
.
"
Stayed
open
late
on
purpose
.
What
’
ll
it
be
,
mister
?
"
By
dawn
the
luggage
was
gone
from
his
shelves
.
There
was
a
little
white
silent
town
on
the
edge
of
the
dead
Martian
sea
.
The
town
was
empty
.
No
one
moved
in
it
.
Lonely
lights
burned
in
the
stores
all
day
.
The
shop
doors
were
wide
,
as
if
people
had
run
off
without
using
their
keys
.
Magazines
,
brought
from
Earth
on
the
silver
rocket
a
month
before
,
fluttered
,
untouched
,
burning
brown
,
on
wire
racks
fronting
the
silent
drugstores
.
The
town
was
dead
.
Its
beds
were
empty
and
cold
.
The
only
sound
was
the
power
hum
of
electric
lines
and
dynamos
,
still
alive
,
all
by
themselves
.
Water
ran
in
forgotten
bathtubs
,
poured
out
into
living
rooms
,
onto
porches
,
and
down
through
little
garden
plots
to
feed
neglected
flowers
.
In
the
dark
theaters
,
gum
under
the
many
seats
began
to
harden
with
tooth
impressions
still
in
it
.
Across
town
was
a
rocket
port
.
You
could
still
smell
the
hard
,
scorched
smell
where
the
last
rocket
blasted
off
when
it
went
back
to
Earth
.
If
you
dropped
a
dime
in
the
telescope
and
pointed
it
at
Earth
,
perhaps
you
could
see
the
big
war
happening
there
.
Perhaps
you
could
see
New
York
explode
.
Maybe
London
could
be
seen
,
covered
with
a
new
kind
of
fog
.
Perhaps
then
it
might
be
understood
why
this
small
Martian
town
is
abandoned
.
How
quick
was
the
evacuation
?
Walk
in
any
store
,
bang
the
NO
SALE
key
.
Cash
drawers
jump
out
,
all
bright
and
jingly
with
coins
.
That
war
on
Earth
must
be
very
bad
…
Along
the
empty
avenues
of
this
town
,
now
whistling
softly
,
kicking
a
tin
can
ahead
of
him
in
deepest
concentration
,
came
a
tall
,
thin
man
.
His
eyes
glowed
with
a
dark
,
quiet
look
of
loneliness
.
He
moved
his
bony
hands
in
his
pockets
,
which
were
tinkling
with
new
dimes
.
Occasionally
he
tossed
a
dime
to
the
ground
.
He
laughed
temperately
,
doing
this
,
and
walked
on
,
sprinkling
bright
dimes
everywhere
.
