George Bellows Dempsey and Firpo painting

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170] He felt no discomfort, except that his feather pillow pressed like hard pavement against the back of his head.The rain on his face fell seeing a bigger and more terrible truth than that the snowflakes were actually raindrops.Voices approached. Dad and Mom must be coming to put the roof back where it belonged, to fluff his stone pillow into comfortable plumpness once more, and to set all wrongness right.He surrendered himself to their loving care, and like a feather, he drifted down into darkness, toward the Land of Nod, not the Nod to which Cain had fled after killing Abel, but the Nod to which dreaming children journeyed to find adventure and from which they woke safely in the as cold as snow, imparting an equal chill to his upturned left hand.His right hand lay exposed, as well, but with it he could not feel the cold or the tap-and-trickle of the rain.He couldn’t feel his legs, either. Couldn’t move them. Could not move anything other than his head and left hand.If his roofless room filled with rain, and if he were unable to move, he might drown.In the pool of dreamy speculation on which Ethan had been drifting, sudden terror darted sharklike through the depths beneath him, rising.He closed his eyes to avoid