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Show 70. Bill xrent over and sat xrith Sunny. Dad's breathing xras sloxr and so labored i t xras hard to l i s t e n to him. "Sunny, i f you want to get xrashed up, I ' l l xratch f o r ^ h i l e noxr." "When is the c r i s i s coming?" "I don't knoxr Sunny. Sometimes I 'd think a heart couldn't last u n t i l the c r i s i s comes; a l l xre can do is xrait and see." "My mother xras k i l l e d in that Indian b a t t l e he's takin' about." "How old is he?" "He's sixty-nine." "Mighty lucky to be able to screen that long-screenin' in this cold xrater is; hard work." My mother was nearly t h i r t y years younger than he i s. He's raised me since I xras a baby-all alone." There xras a dull heavy sound and Bill jumped up and leaned over Dad. Then for quite a while he held Dad's wrist- moving his fingeis, holding, pressing, fanning his fingers out and pressing, "I can't get any pulse! Sunny go get that l i t t l e mirror over the wash basin." Sunny ran back with the mirror and handed i t to Bill. Bill held i t to Dad's mouth. Finally Bill shook his head. "There's no breath and no pulse Sunny. He's gone." Sunny sat down. Even xrhen fresh a i r swept the room and Olaf stomped in, he didn't move. |
