Chapter 23“A storm is coming soon. Be prepared." said the voice from the comfort of the warm summer dark. The short man to whom this voice belonged was standing alone on the large stone balcony, gazing blankly at the crimson sky and the heavy clouds rolling toward Philadelphia. His words echoed through the entire inner chamber leading to the balcony, despite him facing away from the room while he was speaking. The silhouette then looked at the green landscape which stretched before him – columns of small apple trees, lush gardens full of vegetables and a flock of finches cutting the air in an arrow formation. From the room behind him there was a sporadic sound of something which resembled swooshing of linen sheets, with occasional use of scissors and the squeaking of wood. A slightly obese
