Chapter Forty-Eight
September 5th
Temperature: 86 degrees
Winds: 4 MPH
Pressure: 29.84 bars
Rain: 0 inches
The forecast for Monday night had been dead wrong, and Isaac had been hearing about it for two days. When a low-pressure system had moved in off the water, the resulting storm came with rain and wind that knocked out power across the island. Alfred had woken up to a landscape of trees swaying in the dark and the faint glow of lamps through windows down the street, only to find Mrs. Poplar cooking breakfast in the kitchen with an oil lamp at her side. The city grumbled about the loss as if they had never lived without the vaporous glow of electric lights, and Alfred wondered if anyone longed for the simpler days of dark evenings like he did. When Wednesday morning arrived, the ci
