The sheriff wanted to back out too. To stand in the sunlight outside of that place meant for housing wood, coal, kerosene — fuel for cold Ohio winters, which he thought of now, while resisting the urge to run into the August sunlight. Not because he was afraid. Not at all. He was just cold. And he didn't want to touch anything. The baby in the old man's arms was crying, and the woman's eyes with no whites were gazing straight ahead. They all might have remained that way, frozen till Thursday, except one of the boys on the floor sighed. As if he were sunk in the pleasure of a deep sweet sleep, he sighed the sigh that flung the sheriff into action. 警長(zhǎng)也打起了退堂鼓。他想沐浴在屋外的陽(yáng)光里，找尋建房木材、煤塊、煤油作為燃料來(lái)應(yīng)對(duì)俄亥俄州的嚴(yán)冬，他現(xiàn)在才想起這檔子事兒，同時(shí)他也抗拒著奔向八月驕陽(yáng)的沖動(dòng)。不是因?yàn)樗ε铝?，一點(diǎn)也不。他只是冷。并且他一點(diǎn)兒也不想碰任何東西。老人懷里的寶寶還在哭泣，女人“不帶眼白”的眼睛筆直地盯著前方。他們可能都想到了那種結(jié)局，一直凍到禮拜四，除了地板上其中一個(gè)男孩長(zhǎng)出了一口氣。似乎他還沉浸在美夢(mèng)的喜悅里，也正是他這口氣促使警長(zhǎng)付諸了行動(dòng)。