"But—" Tears came to his eyes. One ran down his dirty cheek, making a rivulet.
"Please Robbie," she pleaded. "Don't cry. Remember what daddy always said, 'A smile blocks up the tears.'" He smiled weakly. "Now buck up," she added.
She took his hand and they started walking.
"Reading her mind, I see that she is more concerned over her child's welfare than her own. This is very unusual in primitive races."
They entered a small town. Down the main street they walked. The town was deserted, but showed no sign of being bombed or burned. In the street, numerous automobiles were parked. But she saw no people....
They entered a restaurant. Inside, the tables and chairs were in good order except for a half inch of dust and a few dirty dishes. She inspected the kitchen and found what she had been looking for. Canned food.
"Robbie," she called. "Where are you?"