MOTHER. I had a terrible night. I never had a night like that.
CHRIS. What was it, m? Did you dream?
MOTHER. More, more than a dream.
CHRIS. About Larry?
MOTHER. I was fast asleep, and . . . Remember the way he used to fly low past the house when he was in training? When we used to see his face in the cockpit going by? That's the way I saw him. Only high…