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After taking care of the farm animals and milking the cow, Lydia sat on the porch with Will and Lacy long after dark, waiting and listening. William would be back soon-in time for supper-before bedtime. He had only gone to town. There was no war. Don't try to fool yourself, Lydia, she told herself. Hear the call of the whippoorwills. Hear the rustling of the wind in the trees. Feel the loneliness of the night. All things call to their own kind and are answered, but no one answers the call of your heart. You cry in vain. You are alone with your children-alone, alone. William has gone to war....