Chapter 38: Day 21, Debris
Following a trip to Barefoot Beach Hospital, physically unharmed by Hurricane Edwin, having a clean chart of health, Trent and I tour the damage of my bungalow. The kitchen is totally in a state of devastation. Doors are ripped off of maple cupboards and strewn over the floor. Four inches of Gulf water cover the tiles. Half of the wall facing the Gulf is no longer present, providing an open view of the sandy beach and beyond. All of the countertop appliances are dented and damaged; some are even missing. The stainless-steel appliances look beaten with iron fists, obviously ruined.
Trent finds the piece of timber that bashed me in the skull and knocked me unconscious. It floats in the pool of water on the tile, next to the battered refrigerator. He picks it up a
