“Oh, that.” He grinned rather scornfully. “They do us a grand favor, Rusty and Mag. We laugh over it: how they think they break our hearts when all the time we want them to run away. I assure you, we were laughing when the sadness came.” His eyes searched the litter on the floor; he picked up a ball of yellow paper. “This,” he said. It was a telegram from Tulip, Texas: Received notice young Fred killed in action overseas stop your husband and children join in the sorrow of our mutual loss stop letter follows love Doc.
