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"
No
,
don
’
t
think
that
,
"
she
cried
softly
.
"
Don
’
t
question
.
God
’
s
good
to
us
.
Let
’
s
be
happy
.
"
"
Sorry
,
Mom
.
"
The
record
ended
in
a
circular
hissing
.
"
You
’
re
tired
,
Son
.
"
Dad
pointed
with
his
pipe
.
"
Your
old
bedroom
’
s
waiting
for
you
,
brass
bed
and
all
.
"
"
But
I
should
report
my
men
in
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
Why
?
Well
,
I
don
’
t
know
.
No
reason
,
I
guess
.
No
,
none
at
all
.
They
’
re
all
eating
or
in
bed
.
A
good
night
’
s
sleep
won
’
t
hurt
them
.
"
"
Good
night
,
Son
.
"
Mom
kissed
his
cheek
.
"
It
’
s
good
to
have
you
home
.
"
"
It
’
s
good
to
be
home
.
"
