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"
Gripp
,
"
he
corrected
her
.
"
Gripp
!
"
she
shouted
The
car
whirled
away
down
the
silent
street
,
regardless
of
her
stompings
and
shriekings
.
The
exhaust
from
it
fluttered
the
white
dress
she
crumpled
in
her
plump
hands
,
and
the
stars
shone
bright
,
and
the
car
vanished
out
onto
the
desert
and
away
into
blackness
.
He
drove
all
night
and
all
day
for
three
nights
and
days
.
Once
he
thought
he
saw
a
car
following
,
and
he
broke
into
a
shivering
sweat
and
took
another
highway
,
cutting
off
across
the
lonely
Martian
world
,
past
little
dead
cities
,
and
he
drove
and
drove
for
a
week
and
a
day
,
until
he
had
put
ten
thousand
miles
between
himself
and
Marlin
Village
.
Then
he
pulled
into
a
small
town
named
Holtville
Springs
,
where
there
were
some
tiny
stores
he
could
light
up
at
night
and
restaurants
to
sit
in
,
ordering
meals
.
And
he
’
s
lived
there
ever
since
,
with
two
deep
freezes
packed
with
food
to
last
him
one
hundred
years
,
and
enough
cigars
to
last
ten
thousand
days
,
and
a
good
bed
with
a
soft
mattress
.
And
when
once
in
a
while
over
the
long
years
the
phone
rings
—
he
doesn
’
t
answer
.
Whenever
the
wind
came
through
the
sky
,
he
and
his
small
family
would
sit
in
the
stone
hut
and
warm
their
hands
over
a
wood
fire
.
The
wind
would
stir
the
canal
waters
and
almost
blow
the
stars
out
of
the
sky
,
but
Mr
.
Hathaway
would
sit
contented
and
talk
to
his
wife
,
and
his
wife
would
reply
,
and
he
would
speak
to
his
two
daughters
and
his
son
about
the
old
days
on
Earth
,
and
they
would
all
answer
neatly
.
It
was
the
twentieth
year
after
the
Great
War
.
Mars
was
a
tomb
,
planet
.
Whether
or
not
Earth
was
the
same
was
a
matter
for
much
silent
debate
for
Hathaway
and
his
family
on
the
long
Martian
nights
.
This
night
one
of
the
violent
Martian
dust
storms
had
come
over
the
low
Martian
graveyards
,
blowing
through
ancient
towns
and
tearing
away
the
plastic
walls
of
the
newer
,
American
-
built
city
that
was
melting
down
into
the
sand
,
desolated
.
The
storm
abated
.
Hathaway
went
out
into
the
cleared
weather
to
see
Earth
burning
green
on
the
windy
sky
.
He
put
his
hand
up
as
one
might
reach
to
adjust
a
dimly
burning
globe
in
the
ceiling
of
a
dark
room
.
He
looked
across
the
long
-
dead
sea
bottoms
.
Not
another
living
thing
on
this
entire
planet
,
he
thought
.
Just
myself
.
And
them
.
He
looked
back
within
the
stone
hut
.
What
was
happening
on
Earth
now
?
He
had
seen
no
visible
sign
of
change
in
Earth
’
s
aspect
through
his
thirty
-
inch
telescope
.
Well
,
he
thought
,
I
’
m
good
for
another
twenty
years
if
I
’
m
careful
.
Someone
might
come
.
Either
across
the
dead
seas
or
out
of
space
in
a
rocket
on
a
little
thread
of
red
flame
.
