'How's Candy?' Olive asked.

'Fine,' said Homer Wells.

They sipped their hot chocolate-like mother and son, both of them were thinking; and, at the same time, not like mother and son, they both thought.

'And how are you?' Olive asked him, after a while.

'Just fine,' said Homer Wells, but what he thought was: I'm going to wait and see.

Wilbur Larch, inhaling and seeing the stars race across the ceiling of the dispensary, knew what a luxury it was; to be able to wait and see. Even if I last, he thought, might get caught; an abortionist believes in odds. He had been in the business too long. What are the odds that someone will blow the whistle before I'm through? the Old man wondered.

Only yesterday he had made a new enemy-a woman in her eighth month who said it was only her fourth. He had to refuse her. When the women were hysterical, he {445} usually could wait them out; if they required firmness, he gave them Nurse Angela; Nurse Edna was better at handholding. In time, they calmed down. If, in his opinion, a woman was simply too late-if he felt he had to refuse to perform the abortion-he usually could convince the woman she would be safe at St. Cloud's; that he would deliver the baby and find it a home, and that this was preferable to the risk involved in a late abortion.

But not this woman. There had been no hysterics. The peacefuiness of a long-standing hatred made the woman almost serene.

'So that's it-you won't do it,' she said.

'I'm sorry,' Dr. Larch said.

'How much do you want?' the woman asked him. 'I can get it.'

'Whatever you can afford to donate to the orpihanage would be appreciated,' Larch said. If you can't afford anything, then everything is free. An abortion is free, delivery is free. A donation is appreciated. If you have nowhere to go, you're welcome to stay here. You don't have long to wait.'

'Just tell me what I have to do,' the woman said. 'Do fuck you? Okay, I'll fuck you.'

'I want you to have this baby and let me find it a home,' Wilbur Larch said. 'That's all I want you to do.'

But the woman had stared right through him. She struggled out of the overstuffed chair in Nurse Angela's office. She regarded the paperweight on Larch's desk; it was a weighted vaginal speculum, but it held down a lot of paper and most of the would-be foster families didn't know what it was. The woman who wanted the late abortion clearly knew what it was; she stared at it as if the sight of it gave her cramps. Then she looked out the window., where (Dr. Larch imagined) she intended to hurl the paperweight.

She picked up the weighted speculum and pointed the jaw of the thing at Larch, as if it were a gun. {446}

'You'll be sorry,' the woman said.

In his ether haze, Wilbur Larch saw the woman point the speculum at him again. How will I be sorry? he wondered.

'I'm sorry,' he said aloud. Nurse Edna, passing in the hall-ever passing-thought, You're forgiven; I forgive you.

It was Sunday, and overcast-as usual. The same Fred Astaire movie that was entertaining the residents of Bath was playing in Orono, and the students at the University of Maine in 194- were not yet so cynical that they failed to enjoy it. Wally went to the movie with some of his friends. During the afternoon matinee, they didn't interrupt the show with the news that interrupted the rest of the world. They allowed Fred Astaire to dance on, and on, and the moviegoers heard the news after the show, when they stepped out of the comforting dark of the theater into the late-afternoon daylight of downtown Orono.

Candy was returning to Camden with her father. Raymond Kendall was especially proud of the radio reception he had engineered for his Chevrolet; it was much clearer reception than was possible, at the time, in a standard car radio, and Ray had made the whiplash antenna himself. Candy and her father heard the news as soon as anyone in Maine heard it, and they heard it loud and clear.

Olive always had the radio on, and so she was one of those people who needed to hear things several times before she really heard them at all. She was baking an apple pie, and simmering applesauce, and only the unusual urgency in the announcer's voice caused her to pay attention to the radio at all.

Homer Wells was in Wally's room, reading David Copperfield and thinking about Heaven-'…that sky above me, where, in the mystery to come, I might yet love her with a love unknown on earth, and tell her what {447} the strife had been within me when I loved her here.' think I would prefer to love Candy here, 'on earth,' Homer Wells was thinking-when Olive interrupted him.

'Homer!' Olive called upstairs. 'Where is Pearl Harbor?'

He was the wrong person to ask; Homer Wells had seen the whole world only once, and briefly-and flat against the blackboard. He'd had difficulty locating South Carolina; not only did he not know where Pearl Harbor was, he also didn't know what it was.

'I don't know!' he called downstairs.

'Well, the Japanese have just bombed it!' Olive called to him.

'You mean, with planes?' asked Homer Wells. 'From the sky?'

'Of course from the sky!' Olive shouted. 'You better come listen to this.'

'Where is Pearl Harbor?' Candy asked her father.

'Ssshh!' said Raymond Kendall. 'If we just listen, maybe they'll say.'

'How could they get away with an attack?' Candy asked.

'Because someone wasn't doing his job,' Ray said.

The first reports were garbled. There was mention of California falling under attack, or even being invaded. Many listeners were confused from the beginning; they thought Pearl Harbor was in California.

'Where is Hawaii?' Mrs. Grogan asked. They were having tea and cookies and listening to the radio, for music, when they'd heard the news.

'Hawaii is in the Pacific,' said Wilbur Larch.

'Oh, that's very far away,' Nurse Edna said.

'Not far enough away,' Dr. Larch said.

'There's going to be another war, isn't there?' Nurse Angela asked.

'I guess it's already started,' said Wilbur Larch, while Wally-to whom this war would mean the most- {448} watched Fred Astaire; Fred just kept dancing and dancing, and Wally thought he could go on watching such a display of grace for hours.

Melony and Lorna were listening to the radio in the parlor of the boardinghouse where Lorna lived. It was a women-only boardinghouse; the women were either quite old or, like Lorna, only recently separated from their husbands. On this Sunday afternoon, most of the women listening to the radio were old.

'We should just bomb Japan,' Melony said. 'No messing around-just blow up the whole country.'

'You know how come Japs got squinty eyes?' Lorna asked. Melony, and all the old women, listened intently. 'Because they masturbate all the time-both the men and the women. They just do it all the time.'

There was either a polite or a stunned silence, or both. In Melony's case, her silence was polite.

'Is this a joke?' she asked her friend respectfully.

'Of course it's a joke!' Lorna cried.

'I don't get it, I guess,' Melony admitted.

'How come Japs got squinty eyes?' Lorna asked. 'Because they masturbate all the time.' She paused.

'That's what I thought you said,' Melony said.

'Because they shut their eyes every time they come!' Lorna said. 'Their eyes get tired from all that opening and closing. That's why they can't open their eyes all the way! Get it?' Lorna asked triumphantly.

Still self-conscious about her teeth, Melony managed a tight-lipped smile. Anyone seeing the old women in the boardinghouse parlor would not have known exactly what filled them with fear and trembling: the news of the attack on Pearl Harbor, or Lorna and Melony.

And young Wally Worthington, who was so itchy to be a hero, danced out on the streets of Orono, where he heard the news. President Roosevelt would call it a 'day of infamy,' but that day meant more than infamy to Wally, whose noble and adventurous heart longed to fly a B-24 Liberator: a heavy bomber, four engines, used for {449} bombing bridges, oil refineries, fuel depots, railroad tracks, and so forth. Somewhere, on that 'day of infamy,' there was a B-24 Liberator bomber waiting for young Wally Worthington to learn how to fly it.