Willa pauses, confused. It's not like she knows much about the 1950s that she hasn't learned from movies. It's basically the decade that history class skips. But atomic attack isn't a foreign phrase. Did they not have all the hide under a desk stuff in Europe? Maybe they didn't. They're probably smarter on the whole than most of the kids Willa goes to school with, and their parents.

"Um, like a bomb? A nuke. They were really really convinced Russia or someone was going to blow us up. But I don't get why it's here."

This whole thing is giving her the crawls, and she still can't let go of the idea that she's dreaming, very vividly.