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did so now.
"Daddy. Was I dreaming?"
"Yes. Everything's all right."
That question, that answer, all these years. Why
should his Kate be troubled by dreams?
After sitting awhile by his daughter's bed, Ransom
had always returned to his own, where he always fell
almost immediately back to sleep. Tonight, however, he
put on his robe and slippers—both were
monogrammed presents from Priss—and felt his way
down the carpeted stairs into the kitchen, where after
some searching he found the V-8 juice he had asked
Wanda to order. In his den, he turned on the television:
men in cars were chasing each other up and down city
streets. On another channel, men on horses were
chasing each other in and out of valleys. On a third,
young bearded men with hair longer than Kate's leaped
up and down as they beat on guitars and contorted their
faces into yowls. Ransom turned the set off. Why did
that memory of the burned land stay stuck in his mind
tonight; now, when four whole years had passed since
he had seen it; now, when he and everyone else had