Six weeks passed outside my window. In the room, time stood still. I had to devote the majority of my energy to healing my broken bones. My head healed in a week or so, but my ribs did not. It was approaching August. The State Fair had been bombed on the 23rd of May.
Ideally, I would have never come in contact with the Baskers again, but I could not help but feel bad for them. Anna had been on the verge of death when I had last seen her. I was told that she had survived. I decided that I would go to visit them and perhaps offer some form of sympathy, regardless of whether they deserved it or not.
Soldiers were stationed in the town. They congregated in small groups and talked about the most inappropriate things. You could easily differentiate the ones who had been in the war, and the one
