ThirteenThe weather in the Mississippi River Valley resembled the little girl in the nursery rhyme: When it was nice it was very nice, but when it was bad it was horrid. You've already seen the fog turn the air thick as cotton. When it rained it poured with lightning like hurled javelins and thunder like war drums. When the wind blew, the river became impassable with cold chop. Even harbored boats were tossed in their moorings like toys. On the bluff and through Eagle Point Park, the ash and maple bowed low to the forces of nature. Those that failed to show respect were snapped like twigs and hurled to the ground. When it was nice it was very nice, but…
A jittery Angelina Pena saw the thunderstorm approaching from the ninth floor service room and knew the weather would soon be horrid inde
