Chapter Seven
“Can you repeat that, dear?” her grandmother asked after Stacey had recounted the story about the power going off at work.
“Which part?”
Tina scrunched up her face as if trying to remember before saying, “What were we talking about?”
“The weather,” Stacey said, sighing inwardly.
It wasn’t even that she had told her grandmother the story. It was that telling her the story and having her forget it almost immediately made her heart break.
“It’s been raining all day,” her grandmother said, looking out the window.
“Yeah, it’s going to be raining all week, I guess,” Stacey replied. “Things may be sort of crazy. But we’ll be okay.”
Tina turned to look at Stacey and asked, “Whatever happened to those men who wanted us to leave?”
At the mention of Charlie and his company, a s
