“What shall we do next, mother?” Lou asked.
“As far as I am concerned, there is no next,” said Mrs.Witt.
“Come, mother! Let's go back to Italy or somewhere, if it's as bad as that.”
“Never again, Louise, shall I cross that water. I have come home to die.”
“I don't see much home about it--the Gonzales Hotel in Santa Fe.”
“Indeed not! But as good as anywhere else, to die in.”
“Oh, mother, don't be silly! Shall we look for somewhere where we can be by ourselves?”
“I leave it to you, Louise. I have made my last decision.”
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