A few swipes and, “Yes. There they are,” Warwick said. “Dario and Dondre.”
“What do they look like?” Dom asked.
“Young…cute…angelic…in love.”
“I wish I could see them looking in love. I wish I could see us…I can see the lightning,” Dom said. “And hear the rain, feel the thunder, smell the ozone. I wonder if I’ll miss lightning.”
Warwick kissed the top of Dom’s head. “Maybe you’ll still see it in your mind when the other senses kick in.”
“Maybe.”
The brightest flash yet came just before the loudest and fastest crack. There were two—“Look out!”—first the thunder, and then a massive branch that snapped from one of the big trees and came crashing through the bus’s windshield. “Dom! Are you okay?” Warwick had tackled him, and Dom ended up underneath.
“Yeah. You?”
“Pretty much.” Warwick
