1:42:03
Mother...
1:42:06
...sleeps with me now,
and it is cramped and tense.
1:42:09
You would think that...
1:42:11
...another body under the covers
would bring warmth...
1:42:17
...but I awake feeling drained, like
she's pulled all the heat from me.
1:42:23
I'm doing the cooking now,
and my eyes...
1:42:26
...are always red from the smoke.
1:42:29
The wood is too big
for the cook stove...
1:42:32
...but the ax has gone missing,
and we can't break it down.
1:42:40
Mother says hell is a cold place.
1:42:46
Maybe...
1:42:50
...l'm the soul not of a she-wolf...
1:42:57
...but of a soaring bird...
1:43:02
...that flies south every winter.
1:43:06
And my heart is so sick...
1:43:10
...because I'm not supposed
to be here in this cold...
1:43:14
...this dark, this wet.
1:43:17
Maybe I'm like the air in this house...
1:43:21
...the air that doesn't move
when Papa and Mother...
1:43:25
...pass in silence.
1:43:28
Dead smoky air...
1:43:31
...that smells of wool and old bacon.
1:43:38
We threw the animals on the rocks
for the tide to deal with.
1:43:43
Papa cried."