And he, too, is carried with the flow into the lobby. Debris
another bomb explodes, filling the air with dust and debris,
obscuring him and everyone else.
FATHER, REGINA, twenty-six, HALINA, twenty-two, and HENRYK,
twenty-four, the only one not in movement. He sits by the
radio set, ear to the speaker, trying to tune to a station.
What you think, should I take Uncle
Take it, don't take it, take what
you like. Can't you see I'm worried
He'll come home, he'll be all right.
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