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She
kept
looking
ahead
to
see
what
was
there
,
and
,
not
being
able
to
see
it
clearly
enough
,
she
looked
backward
toward
her
husband
,
and
through
his
eyes
,
reflected
then
,
she
saw
what
was
ahead
;
and
since
he
added
part
of
himself
to
this
reflection
,
a
determined
firmness
,
her
face
relaxed
and
she
accepted
it
and
she
turned
back
,
knowing
suddenly
what
to
look
for
.
Timothy
looked
too
.
But
all
he
saw
was
a
straight
pencil
line
of
canal
going
violet
through
a
wide
shallow
valley
penned
by
low
,
eroded
hills
,
and
on
until
it
fell
over
the
sky
’
s
edge
.
And
this
canal
went
on
and
on
,
through
cities
that
would
have
rattled
like
beetles
in
a
dry
skull
if
you
shook
them
.
A
hundred
or
two
hundred
cities
dreaming
hot
summer
-
day
dreams
and
cool
summer
-
night
dreams
…
They
had
come
millions
of
miles
for
this
outing
—
to
fish
.
But
there
had
been
a
gun
on
the
rocket
.
This
was
a
vacation
.
But
why
all
the
food
,
more
than
enough
to
last
them
years
and
years
,
left
hidden
back
there
near
the
rocket
?
Vacation
.
Just
behind
the
veil
of
the
vacation
was
not
a
soft
face
of
laughter
,
but
something
hard
and
bony
and
perhaps
terrifying
.
Timothy
could
not
lift
the
veil
,
and
the
two
other
boys
were
busy
being
ten
and
eight
years
old
,
respectively
.
"
No
Martians
yet
.
Nuts
.
"
Robert
put
his
V
-
shaped
chin
on
his
hands
and
glared
at
the
canal
.
Dad
had
brought
an
atomic
radio
along
,
strapped
to
his
wrist
.
It
functioned
on
an
old
-
fashioned
principle
:
you
held
it
against
the
bones
near
your
ear
and
it
vibrated
singing
or
talking
to
you
.
Dad
listened
to
it
now
.
His
face
looked
like
one
of
those
fallen
Martian
cities
,
caved
in
,
sucked
.
dry
,
almost
dead
.
Then
he
gave
it
to
Mom
to
listen
.
Her
lips
dropped
open
.
"
What
—
"
Timothy
started
to
question
,
but
never
finished
what
he
wished
to
say
.
For
at
that
moment
there
were
two
titanic
,
marrow
-
jolting
explosions
that
grew
upon
themselves
,
followed
by
a
half
dozen
minor
concussions
.
Jerking
his
head
up
,
Dad
notched
the
boat
speed
higher
immediately
.
The
boat
leaped
and
jounced
and
spanked
.
