Angry torrents of rain hit my skin, hurting a little in the places the huge drops land. Frank and I quickly stand up from the tree root we were sitting on. Before we can take a step, two of his men rushes to us and hold large, yellow umbrellas over our heads.
They are shielding Frank and I from the rain but getting soaked themselves.
"Why don't you also get under the umbrella? It is big enough for both of us!" I have to shout to the man who is holding the umbrella above my head to make myself heard. The rain is now accompanied by loud, howling winds.
"Let me escort you to the car, Mrs. Whitaker." He doesn't want to protect himself from the rain. Poor man! I walk as quickly as I can towards where the cars are parked so the man doesn't get too badly soaked. Frank and the man holding his u
