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Show Lifeline 5 night coming on our chances of survival were grim. "Got to get moving. Jennifer, ride piggy-back. The rest follow," Clark instructed. "Stay close." "Wait!" I pleaded. "Clark, one more try--Dlease?" "We're wasting time - - oh, if you insist. Then we'll hoof it back to that farmhouse-hopefully before dark." He got behind the wheel. "Damn!! Blame it on frozen fingers. Didn't have it in park!" He turned the key. It started up. Our sense of relief can never be defined. That Christmas we strung the tree with the cards we received from friends afar. Beautiful! It was in this invigorating atmosphere that our family had become as one, where we shared our interests. Saturday night found us at the public library checking out our full quota of books. Snowbound, we read and watched the flames through the isinglass door on the heater until our eyes grew drowsy. At other times, hotly-contested games were played where the loser carried in five buckets of coal for the gluttonous heater. The thermometer read 38 below the day I scratched a peephole in the frosted paneto see Clark arriving in a cloud of hoarfrost. "I ran into Mr. Greer. He was surprised to see me. Said we'd stuck it out longer than all the other caretakers." His words were a shot in the arm. Each day I found time to cozy into a corner of my windowsill where I enjoyed delicious, languid moments, warmed by a waning sun, |
