Raine, you better pack up and go home to your mother.

There's goin' to be hell a-poppin' if I live to git outa this bed." Lorraine stooped over him, and her eyes were almost as terrible as were Brit's.

"Let it pop.

We aren't quitters, are we, dad?
I'm going to stay with you." Then she saw tears spilling over Brit's eyelids and left the room hurriedly, fighting back a storm of weeping.

She herself could not mourn for Frank with any sense of great personal loss, but it was different with her dad.