She flipped to the next channel, where some old black and white monster movie was playing. She watched the creature lumber its seaweed-draped body from the black lagoon.
“Ugh,” she sounded, and flipped to the only other channel available, where the news was on. It was just as scary, perhaps even more so, as the horror movies she’d flipped past.
"Vietnam," Dan Rather, the handsome CBS reporter, held a microphone to his mouth and spoke, "… is a …." Naomi pointed the remote at the television, clicking the off button. She didn’t want to hear about Vietnam. She wanted to sleep.
“War and monsters,” she groaned as she stared at the dark screen of her television. Her mind wandered into nothingness. She thought of how, earlier, she’d watched It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. It had made her laugh, had taken her thoughts away from the fact that she was alone, and that not only was her husband in Vietnam, but so was her brother.
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