Since Hazel's son, Pinky, joined the Navy, his letters from bootcamp have grown shorter and fewer. He has, however written postcards, and they are usually alarming! Once he wrote, simply, "I am sick as a dog.". On another, he wrote "I am in trouble with the officers.". Today, Hazel received a card more disturbing than any of the others. We find her right now, knitting furiously, trying to take her mind off her worries...