VII
Adris Kammer leaned on the hoe in the hot sun, and sniffed suspiciously.
Smoke.
Eyes narrowed, he looked around. The wind was from the east. There—there came a thin wisp of it, from behind the chicken house.
After all that senseless convulsion, here he had a case of it in his own family!
Sandra Kammer came running at the sound of the screams, then stood by, bitterly unresponsive.
“I told him not to play with fire. Oh, I wish they hadn’t blown up the TV station. He’s driving me crazy this summer!”