[ WP ] Under pressure , precious things break .

`` You made our house out of that precious crystal, the one that covered the world and drifted down from the heavens, to rest gently on the back patio, or to glisten in your hair, waiting to be brushed aside. I like our house. 
 
 We all miss you. Summer's ending pretty soon. I guess there's a chance the house may not be able to take the extra weight, but I do n't care anymore. I'm not leaving it. I'll be right over there. Right in the ground over there. I guess we can be neighbors again.'' 
 
 He tried to laugh, but he could only smile weakly as a tear touched his eye. 
 
 `` Anyway that's how things have been. We've got enough food, we're gon na be just fine. We'll be fine,'' He continued. 
 
 The wind picked up and the loose snow drifted across the ground. The American flag hanging from the flagpole drifted up, then back down. The metal pole shook gently, and the rope that held it up quietly swung into it. It made a little sound, almost like a wind chime. 
 
 The tireless sun bore down on the ice, the flag's shadow dancing across the snow. Robert tried not to imagine Lucy rolling around on it. Lucy, laughing and pelting him with snowballs as news of nuclear war, and the end to shipments of food and fuel to Amundsen-Scott South Pole Station, poured in. Lucy, saying it was impossible, that a kid must have gotten ahold of the radio, to try to give us a scare. Lucy, frozen and buried under the snow, staring up at him through the snow. 
 
 `` There was n't enough food for all of us, Robert. She would n't want you out here, in the cold and under the ice with her. Under pressure, precious things break.'' Frank's voice said. 
 
 `` Then let them break.'' Robert said, as he walked to the den of solid water, of the fluid unable to flow. 
 
 Edit: wrong name 
 Edit 2: another name
