Chapter 15
The storm wracked the area all night. With little choice other than to stay put, as wind and rain made a toxic stew, Kavi’s decision-making matrix was all but forgotten. We took turns relieving ourselves in a bucket, kitty-corner from Miss Lizzie and Cath’s pallet on the floor.
The eleven inmates within the four walls of Deb and David’s home filled the endless night with prayer, unspoken pleas, and the occasional pop of soda can tabs and three-note riffs from Mack’s trumpet that could be heard during odd lulls. These moments were almost more horrifying than the wind’s onslaught, as we wondered whether the next burst would be even greater.
The worst of it came when window glass blew into the other rooms—David had removed the panes in this room and boarded the opening, which di
