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AIR RAID
They could make it in two: they could make it under . . .
One and a half from their fields to the border : Ten minutes more. . . .
Music. — A tinny piano begins Jar ojff ... a few indistinguishable phrases of summer morning music . . . “Summer Time” or “Dead End Blues.”
Announcer. — We have seen
Nothing at all. We have heard nothing.
The town is very quiet and orderly.
They are flushing the cobblestones with water. The sidewalks are slippery with sun !
It smells of a smnmer morning anywhere ;
It smells of seven o’clock in the morning in Any town they water dust in :
Towns are all the same in summer.
A man can remember the name of his own in Any city after the water carts.
Music. — The singing woman's voice rises again in the high, pure scale.
Announcer. — The last shutters are opening . . .
The rooms where no one hopes: the rooms Where all the hope’s been had and sleep Covers it: folding it. Rooms where the old lie; Rooms where the young lie late with their lovers. . . .
Sick Woman. — How much longer must I wait ? They’ve told you. {Close . . . weak . . . wandering)
Second Boy. — Wait for what mother? Wait to be well?
Sick Woman. — Wait to be . . . yes. Not long ... a day is
long. . . . It’s always long the first time. . . . I remember someone saying it was always long. . . .^
Someone saying it will come: don’t fear it. . . .
Second Boy. — Were you never afraid, mother?
Sick Woman. — Never: of anything.
There’s nothing comes by day or night to fear.
Second Boy. — Not even war? Not even if they came here?
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