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JAN OWENSmileOur mother aimed the black Box Brownie,"Come on Johnny, smile for Daddy."He was high off at the war in a Lancaster plane;we sent him smiles to bring him safely down.I bounced my curls and held my new dress out;staggery, arms outspread, John folded and satand would not smile. "Dickie bird's getting cross!"I hugged him up off the buffalo grass,wet overalls, and dribble on his chin.He latched his teeth in my apple and hung onslobbering till his mouth crunched fullthen looked up with an appley smile.The plane caught ftre, our father jumped in time;the smile was in his pocket, he came home.60WESTERLY, No.2, JUNE, 1989