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Dark storm clouds were building on the horizon just as Ashure had predicted. Tonya rubbed the goosebumps on her arms. Even with a long sleeve blouse and a light sweater on, she felt chilled. The storm tonight would be a fierce one if the strong wind was any indication.
She turned away from the window and walked over to the stove. She had started a big pot of chili shortly after they returned. Lifting the lid, she picked up the ladle and stirred the spicy mixture of meat, beans, and sauce. It wasn’t much, but it would taste good on a cold night.
She grinned when she heard Ashure yelling at the television again. There was a football game on. He had been totally absorbed for the last hour with the games, switching from one to another. Once he understood the basic strategy of the game, he
