"I always thought people would be screaming in the streets at a time like this."
"I guess not. You don’t scream about the real thing."
"Do you know, I won’t miss anything but you and the girls. I never liked cities or my work or
anything except you three. I won’t miss a thing except perhaps the change in the weather, and a
glass of ice water when it’s hot, and I might miss sleeping. How can we sit here and talk this way?"
"Because there’s nothing else to do."
"That’s it, of course; for if there were, we’d be doing it. I suppose this is the first time in the history
of the world that everyone has known just what they were going to do during the night."
"I wonder what everyone else will do now, this evening, for the next few hours."
"Go to a show, listen to the radio, watch television, play cards, put the children to bed, go to bed
themselves, like always."
"In a way that’s something to be proud of... like always."
They sat a moment and then he poured himself another coffee. "Why do you suppose it’s tonight?"
"Because."
"Why not some other night in the last century, or five centuries ago, or ten?"
"Maybe it’s because it was never October 19, 1969, ever before in history, and now it is and that’s
it; because this date means more than any other date ever meant; because it’s the year when things
are as they are all over the world and that’s why it’s the end."
"There are bombers on their schedules both ways across the ocean tonight that’ll never see land."
"That’s part of the reason why."
"Well," he said, getting up, "what shall it be? Wash the dishes?"
They washed the dishes and stacked them away with special neatness. At eight-thirty the girls were
put to bed and kissed good night and the little lights by their beds turned on and the door left open
just a trifle.
"I wonder," said the husband, coming from the bedroom and glancing back, standing there with his
pipe for a moment.
"What?"
"If the door will be shut all the way, or if it’ll be left just a little ajar so some light comes in."
"I wonder if the children know."
"No, of course not."
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