"It'll go soon, won't it, Ben?" she said softly. "Then we won't have any music. It's a shame ... we all like to listen so much. It's peaceful." "I know." He moved his arm up and squeezed her thin shoulders. She put her head on his shoulder, and her grey hair tickled his cheek; he closed his eyes, and her hair was black and shining again, and he put his lips against it and thought he smelled a perfume they didn't even make any more. After a moment he said, "We got so much else, though, Suse ... we got peaceful music you can't play on a machine. Real peace. A funny kind of peace. In a funny-looking town, this one--a rag town. But it's ours, and it's quiet, and there's nothing to bother us--and just pray God we can keep it that way. Outside, the war's going on someplace, probably. People fighting each other over God knows what--if even He knows. Here, it's peaceful." She moved her head on his shoulder. "Ben--will it ever come here, what's going on outside? Even the war, if it's still going on?" "Well, we were talking about that this morning down at the hall, Suse. I guess it won't. If rifles can stop it, it won't. If they see us from the air, we'll shoot at 'em; and if we get 'em we'll clean up the mess so if anybody comes looking for a missing plane, they won't give Smoky Creek a second look. That's the only way anything can come, honey--if they see us from the air. Nobody's going to come hiking over these mountains. There's noplace they'd want to get to, and it's sure no country for fighting." "If the war _is_ over, they'll likely be around to fix up the bridge and the road. Won't they?" "Maybe so. Sooner or later." "Oh, I hope they leave us alone." "Don't worry, hon." "Ben--about the phonograph--" "Suse ..." He turned his head to look at her eyes. "It's good for longer'n we are. That motor. So's the bridge, the way it is, and the road ... we'll be gone first. Before they get around to fix 'em. Before the phonograph gives out. What we want is going to last us--and what we don't want will come too late to hurt us. _Nothing's_ going to hurt our peace. I know that somehow. We got it, and it'll be like this for as long as we're here to enjoy it ... I _know_." "Ben--"