blood？”Christmas
said。“Don't
even
Frenchmen
get mad
when a man
kills his
father and
his son on
the same
day？I
guess your
father
must have
got
religion。
Turned
preacher，
maybe。”
She did
not answer
for a
time。 The
frefies
drifted；somewhere
a dog
barked，
mellow，
sad，
faraway。“I
thought
about
that，”she
said。“It
was all
over
then。The
killing in
uniform
and with
fags， and
the
killing
without
uniforms
and
fags。And
none of it
doing or
did any
