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THERE HAD BEEN A GLITCH... A MOMENT OF TWO TIMES COMING TOGETHER... SQUEEZING - COMPACTING - MOMENTARILY ELIMINATING ANY YEARS WHICH MAY HAVE BEEN BETWEEN... 1942 MERGING INTO NOW...

AND WITH NAUGHTY BETTY (EVEN IF ONLY IN HER MIND) SERVING DOUBLE DUTY... IN DISGUISE... A TWO-TORCHED, HOT-THUMBED STATUE OF LIBERTY... A RED-CROSSED NUN IN FRANCE, SOMEWHERE...... EVEN THOUGH REALLY AT THE NUT FARM...

HER WAR EFFORT... FRANTICALLY WAVING BOTH ARMS... SIGNALING FLIGHTS... A B-29 SUPER FORTRESS PASSING OVER SO HIGH ABOVE THE TREES... A SILENT GNAT... AN INOLA GAY...

AND WITH JACK THERE TOO; PERHAPS DURING THE SAME MOMENT, PERHAPS NOT - NOT REALLY CAPABLE OF KNOWING... HIS THOUGHTS HAVING BEEN FILTERED... PASSED OVER...

AND WITH LITTLE JUDY... HAVING BEEN WARNED BY BETTY THERE WERE BLACKOUT CURTAINS IN THE HOUSE OF THE FATHER... NOT BEARING TO LOOK... MISSING WHAT HAD PASSED HER OVER...

IT WAS ALL SO IMPORTANTLY POINTLESS... COMPLEX AND CONFUSING......

ONE WOULD HAVE TO HALF BEEN THERE...