... the other way. She looks at me. She turns again, and looks straight ahead. She seems to tremble. Slowly, she tilts back her head, and opens her mouth astonishingly, and roars with laughter. She ... she says. "He was on his way, you say?" I nod my head vigorously, not looking at her. "Alright, we might as well go ahead with our supper," she says grimly. We draw the ... front of her head. There's a vicious, cracking peal of noise close by, and then a great, jolting basso blast. The ground trembles. My mother sits cowering. Slowly she raises her head and stares...