“Let’s see. The whole city is dark. No streetlights, no lights in windows. There are projector lights moving through the sky now and then. Looking for airplanes. There’s a woman in a gown. And another carrying a stack of dishes.” “And the armies?” “There are no armies, Marie.” His hand finds hers. Her fear settles slightly. Rain trickles through a downspout. “What are we doing now, Papa?” “Hoping for a train.” “What is everybody else doing?” “They’re hoping too.”
