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"
Yes
,
for
years
on
end
we
sat
and
talked
.
He
so
much
loved
to
talk
.
He
liked
the
stone
hut
and
the
open
fire
.
We
could
have
lived
in
a
regular
house
in
the
town
,
but
he
liked
it
up
here
,
where
he
could
be
primitive
if
he
liked
,
or
modern
if
he
liked
.
He
told
me
all
about
his
laboratory
and
the
things
he
did
in
it
.
He
wired
the
entire
dead
American
town
below
with
sound
speakers
.
When
he
pressed
a
button
the
town
lit
up
and
made
noises
as
if
ten
thousand
people
lived
in
it
.
There
were
airplane
noises
and
car
noises
and
the
sounds
of
people
talking
.
He
would
sit
and
light
a
cigar
and
talk
to
us
,
and
the
sounds
of
the
town
would
come
up
to
us
,
and
once
in
awhile
the
phone
would
ring
and
a
recorded
voice
would
ask
Mr
.
Hathaway
scientific
and
surgical
questions
and
he
would
answer
them
.
With
the
phone
ringing
and
us
here
and
the
sounds
of
the
town
and
his
cigar
,
Mr
.
Hathaway
was
quite
happy
.
There
’
s
only
one
thing
he
couldn
’
t
make
us
do
,
"
she
said
.
"
And
that
was
to
grow
old
.
He
got
older
every
day
,
but
we
stayed
the
same
.
I
guess
he
didn
’
t
mind
.
I
guess
he
wanted
us
this
way
.
"
"
We
’
ll
bury
him
down
in
the
yard
where
the
other
four
crosses
are
.
I
think
he
would
like
that
.
"
She
put
her
hand
on
his
wrist
,
lightly
.
"
I
’
m
sure
he
would
.
"
Orders
were
given
.
The
family
followed
the
little
procession
down
the
hill
.
Two
men
carried
Hathaway
on
a
covered
stretcher
.
They
passed
the
stone
hut
and
the
storage
shed
where
Hathaway
,
many
years
before
,
had
begun
his
work
.
Wilder
paused
within
the
workshop
door
.
How
would
it
be
,
he
wondered
,
to
live
on
a
planet
with
a
wife
and
three
children
and
have
them
die
,
leaving
you
alone
with
the
wind
and
silence
?
What
would
a
person
do
?
Bury
them
with
crosses
in
the
graveyard
and
then
come
back
up
to
the
workshop
and
,
with
all
the
power
of
mind
and
memory
and
accuracy
of
finger
and
genius
,
put
together
,
bit
by
bit
,
all
those
things
that
were
wife
,
son
,
daughter
.
With
an
entire
American
city
below
from
which
to
draw
needed
supplies
,
a
brilliant
man
might
do
anything
.
The
sound
of
their
footsteps
was
muffled
in
the
sand
.
At
the
graveyard
,
as
they
turned
in
,
two
men
were
already
spading
out
the
earth
.
They
returned
to
the
rocket
in
the
late
afternoon
.
Williamson
nodded
at
the
stone
hut
.
"
What
are
we
going
to
do
about
them
?
"
