She knew why they were here before they rang the doorbell. She could see it on their faces. They marched, three of them side by side, in military dress.
They rang the doorbell, but she refused to answer it, as if the truth would go away if she didn't have to hear it. They knocked and wouldn't leave.
She cracked open the door.
"What do you want?"
"Mrs. McGreer, may we come in?" one of them said after he took off his cap.
"No, you may not."
"It's about your son, ma'am."
"I know. I don't want to hear about it."
"Ma'am..."
"Get out of my house!" she screamed.
The men in uniform were taken back by this outburst. They were prepared for emotional reactions but they usually came after they delivered the news.
"Please leave," she said.
"We'll come back at a better time then, ma'am."
She watched them leave, winding slowly away on the walkway. She felt her balance give way, and leaned on the wall, slinked down to the floor into a puddle.
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