Ben shook his head. “A couple of streets over there’s a ham who’s managed to rig up his set. He’s raised others, even one in Switzerland. There is no war.”
Burroughs’ eyes were bulging. “You crazy? Of course the war’s on. Everybody knows that!”
Cass Davidsen gestured in a sweep, as though to include not only the large dining room, but all Metropolitan New York as well. “There is no war, Ted. We’ve been trying to reconstruct what must have developed, but our data is inadequate.”
“I know what happened, damn it! When the news came through that the politicians on both sides wouldn’t back down, that everything possible had been tried, why, everybody in this whole area, everybody in cities, took to the country. Everybody.”
“Not quite,” Bette said. “Some of us stayed.”
He looked at her. “Tha
