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Oh, yes…Very well, then.’
    Hide-Away knew then that without Mr Percival Storm Boy wouldn’t be able to live there; at least not for a while.
    Together they walked slowly down the sandhill to the humpy.
    ‘We’ll leave the boat in Goolwa for a few days,’ Hide-Away said. ‘I’ll have to go up to Adelaide with you to get you settled in.’
    And that was how Storm Boy went to school. Hide-Away came back to the humpy by the Coorong to start the long, long wait for the school holidays. You can see him there now. By day, Fingerbone sometimes comes to talk to him, but at night he stands alone beside the Lookout Post and gazes out at the sea and the clouds of the western storms; and, a hundred miles away in Adelaide, Storm Boy sits by the boarding school window and looks out at the tossing trees and the windy sky.
    And everything lives on in their hearts—the wind-talk and wave-talk, and the scribblings on the sand; the Coorong; the salt smell of the beach; the humpy; and the long days of their happiness together. And always, above them, in their mind’s eye, they can see the shape of two big wings in the storm clouds and the flying scud—two wings of white with trailing black edges—spread across the sky.
     
    For birds like Mr Percival do not really die.