I put my arm around her, and she rested her head against me.

"I'm so happy, Lewis."

Her cheeks were full of color once again, and her step had a spring to

it that I hadn't seen for years. It was as if the years of waiting

were falling away from both of us now.

"I wish they'd come," she said. "I can hardly wait to see their faces

when we tell them."

It was getting late in the afternoon. Already the sun was dipping down

toward the desert horizon. It was hard to wait. In some ways it was

harder to be patient these last few hours than it had been during all

those years we'd wanted to go back.

"Look," Martha said suddenly. "There's a car now."

Then I saw the car too, coming quickly toward us. It pulled up in

front of the house and stopped and Duane stepped out.

"Well, hello there, Mr. Farwell," he called. "All ready for the trip?"

I nodded. Suddenly, now that he was here, I couldn't say anything at

all.

He must have seen how excited we were. By the time he was inside the

veranda door he'd reached into his wallet and pulled out a long

envelope.

"Here's your schedule," he said. "Your tickets are all made out for

next week's flight."

Martha's hand crept into mine. "You've been so kind," she whispered.

* * * * *

We went into the house and smiled at each other while Duane admired

the furniture and the farming district in general and our place in

particular. We hardly heard what he was saying.

When the doorbell rang we stared at each other. For a minute I

couldn't think who it might be. I'd forgotten our guests and their

surprise party, even the anniversary itself had slipped my mind.

"Hello in there," John Emery called. "Come on out, you two."

Martha pressed my hand once more. Then she stepped to the door and

opened it.

"Happy anniversary!"

We stood frozen. We'd expected only a few visitors, some of our

nearest neighbors. But the yard was full of people. They crowded up

our walk and in the road and more of them were still piling out of

cars. It looked as if everyone in the district was along.

"Come on out," Emery called. "You too, Duane."

The two men smiled at each other knowingly, and for just a moment I

had time to wonder why.

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