“I thought you might need me,” The words were spoken in a surprisingly calm voice.
“Yes, I-”
Sally lifted the blanket from the radio.
“That’s good! It’s a fine and noble gesture.” Danny’s mother took a chair.
“It—it’s not just a gesture!” the girl exclaimed. “It’s the realest thing I ever thought of doing in all my life!”
“Yes, but you must not do it. You must not send the message.”
“It’s for Danny, your son, my friend and pal!”
“Yes, Danny is my son.” The gray-haired woman spoke slowly. “My only son—he—he’s been my life. But you must not send that message. It would almost surely mean court-martial for yourself.”
“Yes—I know. I don’t care.” Sally’s hand was on the dial.
