After finishing the near-zero progress sweep, the young man turned his head to look at the general store behind him. The storefront was old and run down, the merchandise was meager and scarce, with only a handful of customers each day. The rickety wooden sign above swayed precariously, and the cartoon octopus painted on it had faded so badly that its shape was almost unrecognizable.,"Haze! Don't slack off at the door, come here and help move!",For a moment, Jack's father was touched by his own kindness. Wiping away a tear, he reached under the cupboard and pulled out half a bottle of whiskey. He took a big swig.。