Alo rocked quietly on his rocking chair. He took a drag from his cigarette as he looked away.
The air was becoming thick with moisture, heralding a terrible storm. A warm wind was slowly beginning to blow, making the rusty metal of the weather vanes creak.
"Another crazy night," he said to Mat.
The young man was sitting on the highest step of the stoop, his hands resting behind him and looking into the distance.
Both men's eyes took on a golden hue. Then a sudden flash of lightning fell.
"Is Bianca with the Demented One?" asked Alo.
"Yes, that's what the spirits want," replied Mat.
The storm began to roar, shaking the earth and surrounding nature with anger.
Alo took another drag on his cigarette. "I think we can close for the night. No one will come."
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