Margo woke up all sore. It was nine-forty-five in the morning. Lyn had greeted her with breakfast. At their coffee table, Lyn was sitting on the floor, having some coffee and fried eggs. Margo’s head was ringing and her whole body ached like she had taken a beating the day prior. Especially her arm, it hurt. She greeted Lyn with a good morning and sat right next to her. Lyn saw Margo’s demeanor and took it upon herself to serve her coffee and give her some food. Lyn, cranked up the volume of the TV. The morning news was on, it was the weather portion. The two had their breakfast. With the storm raging outside, and expected to become much stronger for the coming days, for some odd vibe, this was the calm before the storm…for the two.
Margo took a sip of her coffee. It was black; just like
