{"id":1405,"date":"2026-01-03T21:28:57","date_gmt":"2026-01-03T21:28:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/long-cold-day-bear-elizabeth\/"},"modified":"2026-01-03T21:28:57","modified_gmt":"2026-01-03T21:28:57","slug":"long-cold-day-bear-elizabeth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/long-cold-day-bear-elizabeth\/","title":{"rendered":"Long Cold Day – Bear, Elizabeth"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Remarkably, Christian Whittaker went to bed sober one cold Wednesday night, the last day of February, in 1976. Whittaker was a big, blunt man, broken-veined, with a habitual drunk’s coarseness of skin and voice. He wasn’t astoundingly fat, but he had an astounding ring<\/i> of fat around his neck: jowls and a double chin that fell over his throat and collar and two thick cushions on either side of his spine below his ears, like the hams on a hog. He wore a wedding ring because his hands were spongy with retained fluid; he could never take it off. <\/p>\n

Whittaker shuffled along Maple Street, careless of meltwater rivulets frozen across the sidewalk. Clouds snagged like handfuls of cotton wool on the mountains bounding a vast, torn, oceanic sky. White on white on gray, snowcapped peaks sweeping down to snow-frosted foothills that cupped a low, cold valley. <\/p>\n

His gloves were old; his hands were shoved into his pockets against the cold. There was a hole in the thumb of the right-hand one. He idly rasped the hair on his leg against the skin with his thumb as he walked. His legs burned with wind through the cloth of his jeans. <\/p>\n

He was drunk. Not very<\/i> drunk, not by Whittaker’s standards, but enough that the cold didn’t hurt as much as it should have. He saw a woman walk past, though, headed in the other direction, her child walking in front of her. The little boy’s coat was threadbare corduroy, not warm enough for the iron of the day, and his mother had cupped her blue naked fingers over his ears. <\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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