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cadhla that if I lay on my back I could get my toes into my ears, I was a bit too tired to write anything worth actually seeing. I will, therefore, render this unto you in dribs and drabs as I get time throughout the day.
“Are you sure this is such a good idea, Father?” Louise asked. Knowing what the answer would be, she already had her arm out.
Fred Delaney’s face contorted for a moment; his daughter sighed inwardly, but merely smiled as her father valiantly tried to suppress the harsh, rattling cough. “’Course it is,” he said when he got his breath back at last. “I’ve been . . . in this bed. . . three weeks now. Time I showed this-“ Another suppressed cough. “-this sickness who’s boss.”
“I told you, Father,” Louise said patiently, “you can’t beat it like that. You need rest-”
“I’ve had rest! I want to walk now!” He grabbed her forearm roughly. She was pleased – surprised, but pleased – at how strong his grip was. Maybe he really was past the worst after all.
“All right, Father,” Louise said, holding her arm steady as her father pulled himself up. No small feat, that. Even with three weeks without a clear breath or the will to eat, Fred Delaney was still a big man. Louise had only been up and about for a week herself, but what a week it’d been. Half of Dawson City was too ill to move these days. . .
cadhla that if I lay on my back I could get my toes into my ears, I was a bit too tired to write anything worth actually seeing. I will, therefore, render this unto you in dribs and drabs as I get time throughout the day.“Are you sure this is such a good idea, Father?” Louise asked. Knowing what the answer would be, she already had her arm out.
Fred Delaney’s face contorted for a moment; his daughter sighed inwardly, but merely smiled as her father valiantly tried to suppress the harsh, rattling cough. “’Course it is,” he said when he got his breath back at last. “I’ve been . . . in this bed. . . three weeks now. Time I showed this-“ Another suppressed cough. “-this sickness who’s boss.”
“I told you, Father,” Louise said patiently, “you can’t beat it like that. You need rest-”
“I’ve had rest! I want to walk now!” He grabbed her forearm roughly. She was pleased – surprised, but pleased – at how strong his grip was. Maybe he really was past the worst after all.
“All right, Father,” Louise said, holding her arm steady as her father pulled himself up. No small feat, that. Even with three weeks without a clear breath or the will to eat, Fred Delaney was still a big man. Louise had only been up and about for a week herself, but what a week it’d been. Half of Dawson City was too ill to move these days. . .
