Chapter 7
“So, what’s happening, you guys?” Although casual dressed in lady’s slacks and a sensible top without frills, Tracy Weston, with her deeper than Caucasian tan, looks like she just came up from Cancun, with bleach-bottle blonde hair and racy light brown eyes all wide in wonder. “What’s everybody so excited about? The freeway was just crazy!”
“Tracy. Baby girl. Don’t you watch the news? Or look up at the sky?” Karen and Ally voice her over with exclamations.
“No. I have satellite radio in my car and streaming services at home,” she makes her excuses defiantly.
Ally rubs her temples to stave off a sudden headache, saying in a way that Tracy could understand, “When the sun came up yesterday it got stuck at eleven o’clock. It’s going to get really hot and we all could die. They th
