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"
A
game
!
"
Michael
and
Robert
loved
the
word
.
"
Dad
fixed
it
so
it
would
blow
up
and
no
one
’
d
know
where
we
landed
or
went
!
In
case
they
ever
came
looking
,
see
?
"
"
Oh
boy
,
a
secret
!
"
"
Scared
by
my
own
rocket
,
"
admitted
Dad
to
Mom
.
"
I
am
nervous
.
It
’
s
silly
to
think
there
’
ll
ever
be
any
more
rockets
.
Except
one
,
perhaps
,
if
Edwards
and
his
wife
get
through
with
their
ship
.
"
He
put
his
tiny
radio
to
his
ear
again
.
After
two
mintes
he
dropped
his
hand
as
you
would
drop
a
rag
.
"
It
’
s
over
at
last
,
"
he
said
to
Mom
.
"
The
radio
just
went
off
the
atomic
beam
.
Every
other
world
station
’
s
gone
.
They
dwindled
down
to
a
couple
in
the
last
few
years
.
Now
the
air
’
s
completely
silent
.
It
’
ll
probably
remain
silent
.
"
"
For
how
long
?
"
asked
Robert
.
"
Maybe
—
your
great
-
grandchildren
will
hear
it
again
,
"
said
Dad
.
He
just
sat
there
,
and
the
children
were
caught
in
the
center
of
his
awe
and
defeat
and
resignation
and
acceptance
.
Finally
he
put
the
boat
out
into
the
canal
again
,
and
they
continued
in
the
direction
in
which
they
had
originally
started
.
