“We felt awfully sorry for the civilians,” says Al, sarcastically.
“You don’t have to worry about us, though, Dad. We can handle the problems. We’re tough!” says Peggy. She stands and turns to her brother. “Rob, haven’t you any homework?”
“Oh. Sure. Goodnight, Dad,” says Rob, getting up to leave.
“I don’t see why you have to go now, seeing as you have to leave–” begins Al.
“Rob!” interrupts Millie, “Aren’t you going to take the souvenirs Father brought you?” Rob turns and looks at the pile of Japanese material on the floor.
“Oh, yes,” says Rob. “Gee, thanks an awful lot, Dad – – for these… things. Good night. See you in the morning, Dad.” Rob picks up the spoils of war and leaves the room.
Peggy kisses her mother. “Good night, Mom,” says Peggy.
“Good night, darling,” replies Millie, patting Peggy’s hands.
“Nice to have you around, Dad,” says Peggy. “You’ll get us back to normal.” Peggy follows Rob out of the room.
“…or maybe go nuts, myself,” says Al to himself. He reaches into a shirt pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes.
“What do you think of the children?” asks Millie, quietly.
“Children?” says Al.