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Show 71. "Look" Olaf pointed out the door he was holding open. "The-^ZlJ^torm's over." Bill said, "Olaf put the wood doxm and help me move Dad into the lean-to. He'll not be needing our care any longer." Olaf quietly put each piece of wood doxm behind the stove to dry out; came over, picked up the head of the cot, Bill lifted the foot and they sloxrlymoved it through the door. When they came back in, Sunny still sat, but now he -was bent over, his head in his hands. Olaf sat doxm at the table and Bill poured him some coffee. Olaf looked up at him as though to thank him, but winced and gradually lowered his head. "Don't feel so good this morning. Too much Thanksgivin' I guess." Bill xrorked quietly around the room. Picking up the tin cup Dad had used, he took it to the stove and put it in a pan, filled the pan xrith -water from the tea-kettle and put it on the stove to boil. Olaf's bottle Dad had drank from, he put by the door to throw doxm the toilet xrhen he xrent outside. Finally glancing over at Little Bill, xrho x«as still asleep, he put his coat and cap on and xrent outside. He stood looking at the change in the surroundings. All the scars of living around the shack were covered over softly; the scars of wood cut, roads made, trails to the river and the xrater spring all were xrhite and smooth-only Olaf's and his footsteps. It looked beautiful and almost unknoxm-snoxr had drifted making new swells and sxrirls and all was rounded |