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It
was
getting
late
.
Already
the
sun
was
down
the
sky
,
and
a
series
of
dead
cities
lay
ahead
of
them
.
Dad
talked
very
quietly
and
gently
to
his
sons
.
Many
times
in
the
past
he
had
been
brisk
,
distant
,
removed
from
them
,
but
now
he
patted
them
on
the
head
with
just
a
word
and
they
felt
it
.
"
Mike
,
pick
a
city
.
"
"
What
,
Dad
?
"
"
Pick
a
city
,
Son
.
Any
one
of
these
cities
we
pass
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
said
Michael
.
"
How
do
I
pick
?
"
"
Pick
the
one
you
like
the
most
.
You
,
too
,
Robert
and
Tim
.
Pick
the
city
you
like
best
.
"
"
I
want
a
city
with
Martians
in
it
,
"
said
Michael
.
"
You
’
ll
have
that
,
"
said
Dad
.
"
I
promise
.
"
His
lips
were
for
the
children
,
but
his
eyes
were
for
Mom
.
They
passed
six
cities
in
twenty
minutes
.
