Among Dahlstrom's clan are his wife, Thelma, two children, three grandchildren, some great-grandchildren and some great-great-grandchildren. They seem as important to Dahlstrom as a yard full of chickens. He cannot remember their names.
And when a granddaughter comes knocking, just to be sure the old man is breathing, Dahlstrom does not bother to rise from his cot, does not recognize her voice, but instead fantasizes that a beautiful young woman has come calling.
"It's a good town," Dahlstrom says later in the afternoon. "But I don't like all these stray dogs and strangers hanging around."
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