On the way from Portsmouth to the Windemere, Rainn got to know the dog he “rescued.” Junior sat calmly in Rainn’s lap. He looked like a foxhound, but Sam said he’d be amazed if he was anything but a mutt. Junior nuzzled Rainn’s hand, nudging him to scratch his head.
“I love this dog,” said Rainn. “I would totally rescue him.”
Sam and Rainn were stopped twice by patrols. They were informed the road to Roseau was out, that there was a curfew, and as gasoline would be rationed, they should drive only in an emergency.
Rainn felt relief that his trailer still looked intact as did the others. The office window wasn’t the only damage, however. The gardens Rainn had been working so hard on were obliterated.
“Oh, God,” he said. “Replacing that will cost untold thousands.”
“Not to mention the c
