"Yes."
"I keep thinking of the Devil looking for us," said Joe.
"And I keep thinking he'll find us," said Pearl. "Somehow, I have a feeling we're not fooling him at all."
"Go to sleep," said Joe. "He'd have to have radar to find us."
"You know," said Pearl, "that's a good name for it! And right now I feel like a blip on a radar screen."
"But a mighty pretty blip," said Joe. He kissed her good night and then turned on his shoulder to go to sleep.
In the morning he awoke to find Pearl already up. He climbed into his clothes and went out into the kitchen. Pearl was sitting at the table, eating a grapefruit.
"Where's your mother?" asked Joe.
"Out in the driveway, talking to somebody—a neighbor, I suppose."
The kitchen door opened, and Dad came in, carrying a gallon jug full of fresh milk and two freshly picked musk-melons cradled in one arm. "First ones ripe," he said cheerfully. "We'll let you kids initiate the patch. Where's Mother? She can fix them for us...."