his mother 's voice came , soft and calm . steven took a step up , his hand reaching for the door handle , but then he paused . '' i want fried bo-tay-toz , '' his little sister cried . '' shhh , '' his father said . '' let 's hear this . listen , listen ! '' '' we give earth the earth 's hour , and after that we take from it many more , '' ludwig olden 's voice came from their television , rising in volume as if only deaf people listened to the
broadcast

she expected the same old audience . the same old crowd of uninteresting people in front of her . she let the measure play out as she slowly bobbed her head . she opened her eyes . she was ready to sing . the bass lowered . the drums quieted . she opened her mouth with every intention of
singing

they wo n't be popular in their own country , so the us government could just as well let their own enemies have them . question is , will they resist the expectations of the american people , who are already calling for a revenge war . ' ' how can they ensure it does n't happen again , though ? ' amari said , recalling last night 's horror and shivering even at the thought it could be
repeated