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Title: Now We Are Three

Author: Joe L. Hensley

Release Date: July 2, 2009 [EBook #29290]

Language: English

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_Where are we going? What will the world be like in the
days--perhaps not too distant--when we have tested and tested the
bombs to the finite degree? Joe L. Hensley, attorney in Madison,
Indiana, and increasingly well known in SF, returns with this
challenging story of that Tomorrow._

now
we
are
three

_by Joe L. Hensley_

It didn't matter that he had quit. He was still one of the
guilty. He had seen it in her eyes and in the eyes of others.

John Rush smoothed the covers over his wife, tucking them in where her
restless moving had pulled them away from the mattress. The twins moved
beside him, their smooth hands following his in the task, their blind
eyes intent on nothingness.

"Thank you," he said softly to them, knowing they could not hear him.
But it made him feel better to talk.

His wife, Mary, was quiet. Her breathing was smooth, easy--almost as if
she were sleeping.

_The long sleep._

He touched her forehead, but it was cool. The doctor had said it was a
miracle she had lived this long. He stood away from the bed for a moment
watching before he went on out to the porch. The twins moved back into
what had become a normal position for them in the past months: One on
each side of the bed, their thin hands holding Mary's tightly, the milky
blind eyes surveying something that could not be seen by his eyes.
Sometimes they would stand like this for hours.

Outside the evening was cool, the light not quite gone. He sat in the
rocking chair and waited for the doctor who had promised to come--and
yet might not come. The bitterness came back, the self-hate. He
remembered a young man and promises made, but not kept; a girl who had
believed and never lost faith even when he had retreated back to the
land away f