As soon as she got up, her hair began to blow in a chaotic pattern around her face, and Jerome found himself wishing that she had it pulled back as he did. She required an unobstructed vision of what might be posed as a threat to her by both Mother Nature and by man.
She yelled, "We really need to get out of this place!"
"Not with those supplies," he answered, extending her his arm before continuing his sentence.
She avoided additional debate by sliding her arm around his elbow and avoiding further conversation. "You mean not before we get Randy."
It was in his plans to disregard what she had to say. She appeared to read his mind and would not allow herself to be dismissed. She exerted pressure on his arm while yelling into the howling of the wind. "I want him, too!"
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