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Dad
didn
’
t
say
anything
more
about
the
explosions
;
he
seemed
much
more
interested
in
having
fun
with
his
sons
,
keeping
them
happy
,
than
anything
else
.
Michael
liked
the
first
city
they
passed
,
but
this
was
vetoed
because
everyone
doubted
quick
first
judgments
.
The
second
city
nobody
liked
.
It
was
an
Earth
Man
’
s
settlement
,
built
of
wood
and
already
rotting
into
sawdust
.
Timothy
liked
the
third
city
because
it
was
large
.
The
fourth
and
fifth
were
too
small
and
the
sixth
brought
acclaim
from
everyone
,
induding
Mother
,
who
joined
in
the
Gees
,
Goshes
,
and
Look
-
at
-
thats
!
There
were
fifty
or
sixty
huge
structures
still
standing
,
streets
were
dusty
but
paved
,
and
you
could
see
one
or
two
old
centrifugal
fountains
still
pulsing
wetly
in
the
plazas
.
That
was
the
only
life
—
water
leaping
in
the
late
sunlight
.
"
This
is
the
city
,
"
said
everybody
.
Steering
the
boat
to
a
wharf
,
Dad
jumped
out
.
"
Here
we
are
.
This
is
ours
.
This
is
where
we
live
from
now
on
!
"
"
From
now
on
?
"
Michael
was
incredulous
.
He
stood
up
,
looking
,
and
then
turned
to
blink
back
at
where
the
rocket
used
to
be
.
"
What
about
the
rocket
?
What
about
Minnesota
?
"
"
Here
,
"
said
Dad
.
He
touched
the
small
radio
to
Michael
’
s
blond
head
.
"
Listen
.
"
Michael
listened
.
