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Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good
Should you make a story about that? It sounds like a good title to start off with
The results of a Scientific study
They head toward Sandy Bar but stop because Duchess can't go any farther. They meet Tom and Piney (coming from Sandy Bar). Tom points at a cabin where the women sleep for the first night.
