The thunder clapped again, waking Tessa fully this time. The windows held gray light, which meant dawn had arrived and full daylight wasn’t far behind. She sat up at the first sounds of rain overhead, because they hadn’t fixed the roof yet.
“Three days,” she grumbled. Three more days, and the roof would be fixed.
“Janey,” she said, surprised her sister hadn’t been awakened by the thunder. “Get up. It’s raining, and we need to protect the new floor.” Tessa pushed herself to the end of the bed and stood, the floor sending a chill through her bare feet.
She ignored it and hurried into the kitchen to find as many bowls as she could. The buckets sat on the shelves in the garage, and she wished she’d checked the weather or done something to be more prepared for a storm.
“At least we’re here,
