“I was in a meadow looking for a meadowlark’s nest when a radio fell from the sky.”
“You wouldn’t by any chance be kidding me—” Marjory Mills’s eyes opened wide.
“No—” Sally sat up straight. “No, I wouldn’t. It wasn’t a big radio, only a tiny one.”
“How far did it fall?”
“About seventy thousand feet.”
“Only about fourteen miles. Not much of a tumble after all.” Once again Marjory Mills’s eyes were wide.
“It didn’t hit the ground very hard. It wasn’t broken.”
Ensign Mills Interviewed Sally
“No, I suppose not.”