![]() ![]() She'd been annoyed whenCappy failed to show up with the present he'd promised Richard.Annoyed-while the old man pulled a blanket over his head, turned hisround face to the wall, and died. She and Ted could at least have been with him, if they'd known.īut they'd been laughing and singing in their own cabin only a mileaway, celebrating Richard's fifth birthday. And to havelet Cappy die alone, in this strange world. She'd walked over with son and husband, expecting nothing more shockingthan an ostentatiously stolen kiss. Her mouth had been set for a sip of his home brew, her eyes had picturedthe delight he'd take in and give to her little boy. To her little boy, Cappywas a combination Grandpa and Santa Claus to herself, a sort of newlymet Old Beau. She'd come to call on a friend, shereminded herself, a beloved friend-round, white-haired, rosy-cheeked lonely because he'd recently become a widower. ![]() Naomi's mind circled frantically, contrasting her happy anticipationswith this shocking actuality. After all his wire-pulling to getinto the First Group, and his slaving to make a farm on this alienplanet, dead in bed! ![]() Stiff with shock, Naomi Heckscher stood just inside the door to Cappy'sone-room cabin, where she'd happened to be when her husband discoveredthe old man's body. _The single thing to fear was fear-ghastly, walking fear!_ Produced by Greg Weeks, Stephen Blundell and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at ![]()
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