(At school, they had air-raid drills: a bell would make a sudden noise and they would file into a hall, fall to floor, cover their heads and imagine their hair falling out)
At home, Yolanda and her family prayed for world peace. She heard new vocabulary: nuclear bomb, radioactive fallout and bomb shelter. Sister Zoe explained how it would happen. She drew a mushroom on the blackboard and dotted a flurry of chalk marks for the dusty fallout that would kill them. The months grew cold, and one morning when Yolanda was looking out of the window, she saw dots in the air as the ones Sister Zoe had drawn. Yolanda screamed bomb and a few girls began to cry. But Sister Zoe laughed and said that it was snow. Yolanda looked the snow carefully. She had heard about the snow but she had never seen it before. So Sister Zoe explained that each flake was different like a person, irreplaceable and beautiful.