Something Had To Be Done and Another Vampire Story | Podcast - Nightshade Diary

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Do you feel a shier up your spine from fear. Yes,
it's another story from the Night's Shade Diary. You know
what that means. Check under the bed and make sure
no one or nothing is there. Is the closet door
securely shut. Then leave your disbelief behind, amp up your
imagination and hang on tight for another ride into terror

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and mystery. And like all good horror stories, just imagine
it's a dark and stormy night, and remember screaming like
a little girl is permitted the Cookie Lady by Philip K. Dick.

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Where you going, Bubber Ernie Mill shouted from across the street,
fixing papers for his route. No place. Buber Searles said,
you're going to see your lady friend. Ernie laughed and laughed.
What do you go visit that old lady for? Let
us in on it. Bubber went on in the corner
and went down Elm Street. Already he could see the
house at the end of the street. Sat back a

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little on the lot. The front of the house was
overgrown with weeds, old dry weeds that rustled and chattered
in the wind. The house itself was a little gray box,
shabby and unpainted. The porch steps sagging. There was an
old weather beaten rocking chair on the porch with a
torn piece of cloth hanging over it. Bubber went up

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the walk. As he started up the rickety steps, he
took a deep breath. He could smell it, the wonderful,
warm smell, and his mouth began to water, his heart
thuddying with anticipation. Bubber turned the handle of the bell.
The bell graded rustily on the other side of the door.
There was silence for a time, then the sounds of
someone stirring. Missus Drew opened the door. She was old,

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very old, a little dried up old lady, like the
weeds that grew along the front of the house. She
smiled down at Boober, holding the door wide for him
to come out. Just in time, She said, come on inside, Bernard,
you're just in time. They're just now ready. Webber went
to the kitchen door and looked in. He could see

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them resting on a big blue plate on top of
the stove. Cookies, a plate of warm, fresh cookies, right
out of the oven, cookies with nuts and raisins in them.
How do they look, Missus Drew said. She rustled past
them into the kitchen and maybe some cold milk too,
you like cold milk with them. She got the milk

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pitcher from the window box on the back porch. Then
she poured a glass of milk for him and set
some of the cookies on a small plate. Let's go
into the living room, she said. Bubur nodded. Missus Drew
carried the milk and the cookies in and set them
on the arm of the couch. Then she sat down
in her own chair, watching Bubber PLoP himself down by
the plate and begin to help himself. Bubur ate greedily

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as usual, intent on the cookies, silent except for ching sounds,
Missus Drew waited patiently until the boy had finished. And
it's already ample sides bulged that much more. When Boba
was done with the plate, he glanced towards the kitchen
at the rest of the cookies on the stove. Wouldn't
you like to wait until later for the rest? Missus

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Drew said, all right, Buba agreed, How were they fine?
That's good. She leaned back in a chair. Well what
did you do in school today? How did it go?
All right? The little old lady watched the boy look
restlessly around the room, Bernard, she said, presently, won't you
stay and talk to me for a while. He had

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some books on his lap, some school books. Why don't
you read to me from your books? You know I
don't see too well anymore, and it's a comfort for
me to be read to. Can I have the rest
of the cookies? After? Of course, Bober moved over toward her,
to the end of the couch. He opened his books
World Geography, Principles of Rythmetic Hoyt Speller. Which do you want?

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She hesitated the Geography? Bilbert opened the Big Blue Book
at random Peru. Peru was bounded on the north by
Ecuador in Columbia, on the south by Chile, and on
the east by Brazil and Bolivia. Peruse divided into three
main sections. These are first. The little lady watched the marine,
his fat cheeks wobbling as he read, holding his finger

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next to the line. She was silent, watching him, studying
the boy intently as he read, drinking in each frown
of concentration, every motion of his arms and hands. She relaxed,
letting herself sink back in her chair. He was very
close to her, only a little way off. There was
only the table in lamp between them. How nice it

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was to have him come. He had been coming for
over a month now, ever, since the day she had
been sitting on her porch and seen him go by
and doctor call to him, pointing to the cookies by
her rocker. Why had she done it, she did not know.
She had been alone so long that she found herself
saying strange things and doing strange things. She saw so

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few people. Only when she went down to the store,
or the mailman came with her pension check, or the
garbage man. The boy's voice droned on. She was comfortable, peaceful,
and relaxed. The little old lady closed her eyes and
folded her hands in her lap. And as she sat
dozing and listening, something began to happen. The little old

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lady was beginning to change, her gray, wrinkles and lines
dimming away as she sat in the chair. She was
growing younger, the thin, fragile body filling out with youth again.
The gray hair thickened and darkened, color coming to the
wispy strounds. Her arms filled to the mottled flush, turning
a rich hue as it had once been many years before.

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Missus drew breathed deeply, not opening her eyes. She could
feel something happening, but she did not know just what
something was going on. She could feel it, and it
was good, but what it was she did not exactly know.
Had happened before. Almost every time the boy came and
sat by her, especially of late, since she had moved

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her chair nearer to the couch, she took a deep breath.
How good it felt, the warm fulness, a breath of
warmth inside her cold body for the first time in years.
In her chair, the little old lady had become a
dark haired matron of perhaps thirty, a woman of the
full cheeks and plump arms and legs. Her lips were

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red again, her neck even a little too flushy, as
it had once been in the long forgotten past. Suddenly
the reading stopped. Bilbert put down his book and stood up.
I have to go, he said, Can I take the
rest of the cookies with me? She blinked, rousing herself.
The boy was in the kitchen filling his pockets with cookies.

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She nodded, daze still under the spell. The boy took
the last cookies. He went across the living room to
the door. Missus drew stood up all at once, the
warmth left. She looked down at her hands, wrinkled thin. Ah,
she murmured, tears blurred her eyes. It was gone, gone again.
As soon as he moved away. She tottered to the

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mirror above the mantel and looked at herself. Old faded
eyes stared back, eyes deep set, and a withered face.
Gone all gone. As soon as the boy had left
her side. I'll see you later, Boba said. Please, she whispered,
please come back again. Will you come back? Sure, Boba
said listlessly. He pushed the door open. Goodbye. He went

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down the steps, and a moment she heard his shoes
against the sidewalk. He was gone, Buba, you come in here,
May Sirle stood angrily on the porch. You get in
here and sit down at the table. All right, bubber
slowly up on the porch, pushing inside the house. What's
the matter with you? She got his arm. Where have

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you been? Are you sick? I'm tired? Boba rubbed his forehead.
His father came through the living room with a newspaper
in his undershirt. What's the matter, he said, Look at him,
may Searle said, all worn out? What you been doing, Boba,
he's been visiting that old lady, Bob, Searles said, can't
you tell he's always washed out after he's been visiting her?

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What do you go there for, Bob? What goes on?
She gives some cookies? May said, you know how he
is about things to eat. He do anything for a
plate of cookies, Bob, his father said, listen to me.
I don't want you hanging around that crazy old lady anymore,
do you hear me? I don't care how many cookies
she gives you. You come home too tired. No more

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of that, you hear me. Boba looked down at the floor,
leaning against the door, his heart beat heavily labored. I
told her I'd come back, he muttered. You can go
once more, May said, going into the dining room, but
only once more. Tell her you won't be able to
come back again. You make sure you tell her nice.

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I'll go upstairs and get washed up after dinner. Better
have him lie down, Ralph said, looking up at the stairs,
watching Bober climb slowly, his hand on the banister. He
shook his head. I don't like it, he murmured. I
don't want him going there any more. There's something strange
about that old lady. Well, it'll be the last time,

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May said. Wednesday was warm and sunny, and Baba strode along,
his hands in his pockets. He stopped in front of
mc vein's drug store for a minute, looking specuatively at
the comic books. At the soda fountain, a woman was
drinking a big chocolate soda. The sight of it made
Baba's mouth water. That's settled it. He turned and continued
in his way, even increasing his pace a little. A

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few minutes later, he came up on the gray sagging
and rang the bell below. The weeds blew and rustled
with the wind. It was almost four o'clock. He could
not stay too long, but then it was the last
time anyhow. The door opened. Missus Drew's wrinkled face broke
into smiles. Come in, Bernard. It's good to see you
standing there. It made me feel so young again to

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have you come visit. He went inside, looking around. I'll
start the cookies. I didn't know if you were coming.
She patted into the kitchen. I'll get them started right away.
You sit down on the couch. Bubba went over and
sat down. He noticed that the table and lamp were gone.
The chair was right up next to the couch. He
was looking at the chair in perplexity when missus Drew

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came rustling back into the room. There in the oven.
I had the batter already now. She sat down in
the chair with a sigh. Well, how did it go today?
How was school fine? She nodded. How plump he was,
the little boy sitting just a little distance from her,
his cheeks red and full. She could touch him. He

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was so close. Her aged heart thumped. Ah, to be
young again. Youth was so much, It was everything. What
did the world mean to the old? When all the
world is old? Lad? Do you want to read to me? Bernard?
She asked, presently. I didn't bring any books. Oh, she nodded. Well,

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I have some books, she said, quickly, I'll get them.
She got up, crossing to the bookcase. As she opened
the doors, Boba said, missus Drew. My father says I
can't come here any more. He says, this is the
last time I've thought i'd tell you. She stopped, standing rigid.
Everything seemed to leap around her, the room twisting furiously.

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She took a harsh, frightened breath, Bernard, You're you're not
coming back. No, my father says not to. There was silence.
The old lady took a book at random and came
slowly back to her chair. After a while, she passed
the book to him, her hands trembling. The boy took
it without expression, looking at its cover. Please read, Bernard,

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Please all right? He opened the book. Where I'll start anywhere, anywhere, Bernard.
He began to read. It was something by Charlope. She
only half heard the words. She put her hands to
her forehead, the dry skin britle and thin like old paper.
She trembled with anguish. The last time Bubba went on

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monotonously against the window of fly buzz outside. The sun
began to set, the air turning cool. A few clouds
came up, and the wood in the trees rushed furiously.
The old lady sat close by the boy, closer than ever,
hearing him read the sound of his voice, sensing him
close by, Was this really the last time? Terror rose

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up in her? And she pushed it back? The last
time she gazed at him, the boy sitting so close
to her. After a time, she reached douc her thin,
dry hand. She took a deep breath. He would never
be back. There would be no more times, no more.
This was the last time he would sit here. She
touched his arm. Bober looked up. What is it? He murmured?

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You don't mind if I touch her arm? Do you? No?
I guess not. He went on reading. The old lady
could feel the youngness of him flowing between her fingers
through her arm, up, pulsating, vibrating, youngness, so close to her.
It had never been that close which she could actually
touch it. The feel of life made her dizzy, unsteady,

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and presently it began to happen as before. She closed
her eyes, letting it move over her, feeling her up
carried into her by the sound of the voice and
the feel of the arm. The change, the glow was
coming over her, the warm, rising feeling. She was blooming again,
filling with life, swelling into richness as she had been
once long ago. She looked down at her arms, rounded

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they were, and the nails clear, her hair black again,
heavy and black against her neck. She touched her cheek.
The wrinkles had gone, the skin pliant and soft. Joy
filled her, a growing, bursting joy. She stared around her
at the room, She smiled, feeling her firm teeth and gums,
red lips, strong white teeth. Suddenly she got to her feet,

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her body secure in comfort, She turned a little, lit
quick circles. Bubba stopped eating. Are the cookies ready? He said,
I'll see. Her voice was alive, deep, with a quality
that had dried out many years before. Now it was
there again, her voice throaty and sensual. She walked quickly
to the kitchen and opened the oven. She took out

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the cookies and put them on top of the stove. Already,
she called gaily, come and get them. Bubba came past her,
his gaze fastened on the side of the cookies. He
did not even notice the woman by the door. Missus
drew hurried from the kitchen. She went into the bedroom,
closing the door after her. Then she gazing into the
full length mirror on the door. Young. She was young again,

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filled out with a sap of vigorous youth. She took
a deep breath, her steady bosom swelling. Her eyes flashed
as she smiled. She spun, her skirts flying, young and lovely,
and this time it had not gone away. She opened
the door. Baba had filled his mouth and his pockets.
He was standing at the center of the living room,

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his face fattened, all a dead white. What's the matter, missus,
Drew said, I'm going all right, Bernard, and thanks for
coming to read to me. She laid a hand on
his shoulder. Perhaps I'll see you again some time, my father,
I know, she loved, gaily opening the door for him. Goodbye, Bernard,
good bye. She watched him go slowly down the steps,

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more at a time. Then she closed the door and
skipped back into the bedroom. She unfastened her dress and
stepped out of it, The worn gray fraybreak suddenly distasteful
to her. For a brief second, she gazed at her full,
rounded body, her hands on her hips. She laughed with excitement,
turning a little, her eyes bright. What a wonderful body,
bursting with life. A swelling breast, she touched herself. The

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flush was firm. There was so much, so many things
to do. She gazed about her, breathing quickly, so many things.
She started the water running in the bathtub, and then
went to tie her hair up. The wind blew around
him as he trudged home. It was late, the sun
had set, and the sky over her head was dark
and cloudy. The wind that blew and nudged against him

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was cold, and it penetrated through his clothing, chilling him.
The boy felt tired, his head ached, and he stopped
every few minutes, rubbing his forehead and resting his heart laboring.
He left Elm Street and went up Pine Street. The
wind screeched around him, pushing him from side to side.
He shook his head, trying to clear it. How weary
he was, how tired his arms and legs were. He

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felt the wind hammering at him, pushing and plucking at him.
He took a breath and went on his head down
at the corner stet, holding on to a lamp post.
The sky was quite dark, the street lights were beginning
to come on. At last, he went on walking as
best he could. Where is that boy, may Searles said,
going out on the porch for the tenth time. Ralph

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flicked on the light and they stood together. What an
awful wind. The wind whistled and lashed at the porch.
The two of them looked up and down the stark street,
but they could see nothing but a few newspapers and
trash being blown along. Let's go inside, Ralph said, he
sure is going to get a licky when he gets home.
They sat down at the dinner table. Presently, may put
down her fork. Listen, do you hear something? Ralph listened

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outside against the front door. There was a faint sound,
a tapping sound. He stood up. The wind howled outside,
blowing the shades in the room upstairs. I'll go see
what it is, he said. He went to the door
and opened it. Something gray, something gray and dry, was
blowing up against the porch, carried by the wind. He
stared at it, but he could not make it out.

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A bundle of weeds, weeds and rags blown by the wind.
Perhaps the bundle bounced against his leg. He watched it
drift past him against the wall of the house. Then
he closed the door again slowly. What is it? Met called?
Just the wind? Ralph Searles said, something had to be
done by David Drake. He was on the hall just

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a minute ago, Sir, the pinch face, wac said, looking
up from her typewriter in irritation. You can't mistake his face.
Captain Richmond shrugged and walked out of the busy office,
blinking in the dim marble. Or a dozen confused civilians
busted in for their pre induction physicals. No one else
was in the hallway. The thick waisted officer frowned, then

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thought to open the door of the men's room. Sergeant Morzak,
he called. Glass clinked within one of the closed dolls,
and a deep voice with a catch in it grumbled, yeah,
be right with you. Richmond thought, he smelled gin you
the other ghoul, the voice questioned, as the stall swung open.
Any retort Richon might have made withered when his eyes

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took in the cadaverous figure in ill tailored greens. Platoon
sergeants chevrons on the sleeves and below them along a
row of service stripes. Then the captain remembered, having seen
before God, this walking corpse might have served in World
War Two. Most of the ribbons ranked above the sergeant's
breast pockets were unfamiliar, but Richmond caught the little V

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for Valor winking in the center of a silver star.
Even in those metal happy days in Southeast Asia, they
didn't toss many of those around. The sergeant's cheeks were hollow,
his fingers grotesquely thin where they rested on top of
the door. Or clutched the handles of his zipped a
wall bag where no moles squatted. His skin was as

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white as a convicts, but the moles were almost everywhere,
hands and face, dozens and scores of them, crowding together
in welted obscenity. The sergeant laughed starkly, pretty, aren't I
The docs tell me I got too much sun over
there and it gave me runaway warts. Well, four years
is enough time for it, too, h Richmond grunted an embarrassment,

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edging back into the hall to have something to do.
Well the cars and back. If you're ready, we can
see the Lakowskis. Yeah, Christ, the sergeant said, that's what
I came for, to see the Lakowskis. He shifted his
bag as he followed the Captain and it clinked again.
Always before, the other man on the notification team had

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been a state side officer like Richmond himself. He had
heard that a few low casualty outfits made a habit
of letting whoever knew the dead man best accompany the
body home, but this was his first actual experience with
the practice. He hoped it would be his lost threading
the green Ford through the heavy traffic of the city center.
Richmond said, I take it private. Was one of your men? Yeah,

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Stevie boy was in my platoon for about three weeks.
Morzeck agreed with a chuckle. Lost six men in that time,
and he was lost six out of twenty nine. Not
very damn good, was it? You were under heavy attack? Hell? No,
mostly the dinks were letting us alone for a change.

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We were out in the middle of war zone sea.
You know, most christ bitten stretch of country you ever saw,
No dinks, no trees. They had all been defoliated. Not
a damn thing but dust at each other's company. Well,
what did happen? Richmond prompted impatiently. Traffic had thin somewhat
among the blocks of old buildings, and he began to

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look for house numbers. Oh, mostly they just died, Morzac said,
He yawned alcoholically. Stevie, Now he got blown to hell
by a grenade. Richmond had learned when he was first
assigned to notification duty not to dwell on the way
his mission had died. The possibilities varied from unpleasant to ghastly.

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He studiously avoided saying anything more to the surgeon besides
him and till he found the number he wanted. When sixteen,
this must be the Lunkowskis. Morzeck got out on the
curb side, looking more skeletal than before in the dappled sunlight.
He still held his a wall bag. You can leave
it in the car, Richmond suggested. I'll look up now,

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I'll take it in. The sergeant said, as he waited
for Richmond to walk around the car. You know this
is every damn thing I brought from Nam. They didn't
bother to open it at Travis, just ask me what
I had in it. A quarter of gen I told him.
But I won't have it long, and they waved me
through to make my connections. One advantage to this kind

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of trip. A bell chimed far within the house. When
Richmond pressed the button, it was cooler than he had
expected on the pine shaded porch. As these high, dark
old houses were to heat. The design made a world
of sense in the summer. A light came on inside
the stained glass window. Left of the door darkened, and

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a latch sneaked open. Please to come in, invited a
soft voice figure hidden by the dark oak panel. Morzek
grinned inappropriately and led the way into the hall brightly
lighted by an electric chandelier. Mister Lunkowski, Richmond began to
the whispy little man who had admitted them. We are,
but yes, you're here to tell us when Stefan shall

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come back, are you not? The Kowski broke in. Come
into the sitting room. Please, Anna, my daughter Rose, are there,
mister Lunkowski, Richmond tried to explain as he followed all
two conscience of the sardonic grin on morse X's face.
You have been informed by telegram that Private Lunkowski was killed, Yes,

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said the younger of the two red hair woman, as
she got up from the sofa. But his body will
come back to us soon, will he not. The man
on the telephone said she was gorgeous. Richmond thought cool
and assured, half smiling as the hair cascaded over her
left shoulder like a thick copper conduit. Disconcerted as he

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was by the whole situation, it was a moment before
he realized that Sergeant Morzak was saying, the coffin's probably
at the airport now, but there's nothing in it. About
one hundred and fifty pounds of gravel. Did the telegram
tell you what happened to Stevie? Sergeant Richmond shouted, you drunken, Oh,
calm down, Captain morzek interrupted bleakly, the Lenkowski's they understand.

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They want to hear the story, the whole story, don't they? Yes?
There was a touch too much sibilance in the words
as it crawled from the older woman, Stefan Lenkowski's mother.
Her hair was too grizzled now to have more than
a touch of red in it, enough to rust the
tight ringlets cling to her skull like a helmet of
mail without quiet appreciating its importance, Richmond noticed that mister

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Lunkowski was standing in front of the room's only door
with perfect nonchalance. Sergeant Morzak sat down in an overstuffed chair,
laying his bags across his knees. Well, he said, there
was quite a report on that one. We told him
Al Stevie was trying to booby trap a white phosphorus
grenade fixed to go off as soon as some dink

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pulled the pin instead of four seconds later, and he goofed.
Missus Lunkowski's breath whistled out very softly, she said nothing
Morezak waited for further reaction before he smiled horribly and added,
he burned a couple pounds of Willie Pete going bluey well,
like he's burning all the way through you, like I said,

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the coffin's full of gravel. My god. Morezak, the captain whispered,
it was not the sergeant's savage grin that froze him,
but the icy eyed sun of the three lunkowskis the
grenade that was real. Morzec concluded. The rest of the
report was a lie. Rose Lunkowski reseated herself gracefully on

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a chair in front of the heavily draped windows. Why
don't you start at the beginning, sergeant, she said, with
a thin smile that did not show her teeth. There's
much we would like to know before you are gone.
Sure Morezech agreed, tracing a modeled forefinger across the pigmented
calosities on his face. Not much to tell. A night

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after Stevie got as signed to my platoon, the dins
hit us no big thing. Had one fellow dusted off
with a brass and his ankle from his machine gun
blowing up. That was all but a burst of ak
fire knocked Stevie off his tank right at the start.
What's all this about, Richmond complained, if you was killed
by rifle fire, why say a grenade? Silence? The command

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crackled like heeled plates on concrete. Sergeant Morzack nodded, why,
thank you, mister Lunkowski. You see the captain there doesn't know.
The bullets didn't hurt Stevie. He told us his flack
jacket had stopped them. It couldn't have, and it didn't.
I saw it that night before he burned it. Five

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holes to stick your fingers through, right over the breast pocket.
But Stevie was fine. Not a mark on em. Well, Christ,
maybe he'd had a bandolier or Ammo under the jacket.
I had other things to think about. Morzek paused a
glance around his audience. All this, well, Christ, maybe he'd
had a bandolier of ammo under the federal building. You

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won't be long, the girl hissed. In reply. Morzik grinned.
They broke up the squadron. Then he rasped on gave
each platoon a sector of war zone sea to cover up.
To stir up the dinks. There's more life on the
moon than there's on that stretch. We patrolled. Third night out,
one of the gunners died. IF flew him back to
Saigone for an autopsy, but damned if I know what

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they found. Galloping malaria, we figured. Three nights later, another
guy died, Dawson on three six Christ the names don't matter.
Sometime after midnight, his track commander woke up, heard him moaning.
We got him back to kwan Lois, to a hospital,
but never came out of it. The lieutenant thought he
got was stung on the neck here, you know. Morzak

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touched his two fingers to his dougular like he was allergic. Oh,
it happens, But what about Stephan, missus Lankowski asked. The
others do not matter. Yes, finish it quickly, sergeant, the
younger woman said, And this time Richmond did catch the
flash of her teeth. We had a third death, Morzec said, agreeably,

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stroking the zipper of a wall bag back and forth.
We were all jumping by then. I doubled the guard.
Two men awake on every track. Three nights later, and
nobody in the platoon remembered anything about twenty four hundred
hours till Rigg's partner blinked at ten of one and
found him dead. In the morning, all the boys came
to me. He'd seen Stevie slip over the Riggs, he said,

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but he was zonked out on grass and didn't think
it really just happened until he woke up in the
morning and saw Riggs under a poncho. By then he
was scared enough to tell the whole story. Well, we
were all jumpy. You killed Stephan. It was not a
question but a flat statement. Oh, how Lunkowski Morzik said

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it absently. What does it matter who rolled the grenade
into his bunk. The story got around and something had
to be done. Knowing what you know, you came here, missus,
Lonkowski murmured liquidly. You must be mad. Nah, I'm not crazy,
I'm just sick. The sergeant brushed his left hand over

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his forehead, but lignant melanoma. The docs told me twenty
six years in the goddamn army, and in another week
or two I'd be warded to death. Captain, he added,
turning his cancerous face towards Richmond. You'd better leave through
the window. Neither of you will leave snarled Roselenkowski. As
she stepped toward the men. Morsick lifted a fat gray

(30:17):
cylinder from his back. Know what this is, honey, he
asked conversationally. Richmond screamed and leaped for the window. Rose
ignored him, slashing her hand out for the phosphorus grenade
drapery rapping the captain's body shielded him from glass and
splintered window frame as he pitched out into the yard.
He was still screaming there when the blast of white

(30:39):
fire bulched the walls of the house.

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