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A home is never finished, it's only saved from decay. That had been true at the farmhouse in California and only proved more so out here. Maybe the most pressing concern was the wind. Keeping it out, or at least making it tougher for the weather to slip in. Which meant stuffing newspaper between the boards as insulation. This wasn't something done once but regularly as the cold turned the paper brittle or, even more often, simply tore it all away. So it proved a special benefit that Mrs. Reed and the Busy Bees were giving out copies of the Bear Paw Mountaineer last night at the opera house. A few people had left theirs at the Grill Cafe, and Adelaide had snatched them up on her way out.
Adelaide had arrived home late, shivering not from the cold but what she'd told Grace and Sam. The truth. That's all it had been. The complete truth.