Monday, April 15, 2013

No Water! Part 3

Daddy struggled on through the waist-deep snow. At last, the highway came in sight. As he attempted to climb over the high snow berm, he slipped in the soft snow. He clawed his way back to the top and slid down the other side of the berm to the highway.

By this time, it was snowing again. He groaned to see the driveway rapidly filling with snow again. Slipping and sliding down toward the big house, he finally staggered up the stairs and through the back door into the kitchen.

Mother looked up from the counter where she had begun to prepare the evening meal. Seeing his sagging shoulders and the despair of defeat on his countenance, she asked gently helped him out of his snowy outer garments. "Did you find the trouble, honey?"

"Yes." A groaned escaped his lips. "Someone has dammed up the whole stream. There was nothing I could do about it." Then he added sheepishly, "Unless I had some dynamite!" A chill shook his frame.

"Oh, honey!" Mother exclaimed. "If only I could run a tub of hot water for you!"

"I'm too tired, anyway. All I want to do is go to bed."

Mother tucked an electric heating pad and a hot water bottle in bed with him. Immediately, he dropped off to sleep.

About an hour later, Mother went into the bedroom and discovered he had thrown off all his covers. He was thrashing around on the bed, moaning and groaning. The room was cold, so she quickly covered him up, but he threw them off again.

She touched his forehead. He felt extremely hot. She managed to insert a thermometer into his mouth for a few seconds. It read 103 degrees!

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