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Show Lifeline 2 "But I can't cry. It's been bottled up so long - -" "Go where you can breathe clean air. When a spell hits you, breathe into a paper sack. Re-breathe your own carbon dioxide and it will ease the spell. Going away will help you forget." Forget Heidi? Never - though remembering was too fresh. Clark acted at once and secured a job as caretaker for a Country Club in Beaverhead County, Montana. Now, nearing our destination, a numbness swept over me. Dillon, the nearest townsite to the Country Club, resembled a wild west movie location where bleary-eyed dingbats leaned like rough-cut timbers bracing the store fronts. Mr. Greer, the former caretaker, handed Clark the key and followed him out to the car. "Stickin' till spring? I warn ya - up here we gits ten months o' winter follered by two months o' poor sleddin1." "Old geezer's getting his kicks ribbing us city folks," Clark chuckled, heading up the Blacktail. Miles from a neighboring ranch, he pulled up before a two-story spruce log cabin. "The Country Club!" "The home of the brave," I muttered. I felt the need to open an adrenal in valve. Once the suitcases were unpacked, we plugged in the portable TV. No picture. The radio rasped with static. Yes, there was a working telephone, but no one to call. Clark set to work winterizing the cabin. That first morning when he dropped the kids at school and went off to his new job with the newspaper, I found the silence unbearable. I slammed cupboard |
