“Though the clock showed it was not yet five, a cheerless overcast gave the place the dismal look of an evening gone sour. We switched on lights and I checked the bedroom to make certain the window facing the beach was closed. Battered by wind-driven rain, the large pane began to chatter like the head of a snare drum. “Turn on the TV and see if you can get a line on this weather,” Jill said. “I’ll fix us a fruit salad for supper.” I sat on the sofa with the remote and surfed the local channels, ...which included both Pensacola and Mobile. I finally found a radar image showing a large, oddly-shaped blob moving onto the coast from the southwest. As a loud crash of thunder rumbled overhead, a slim blonde weatherperson in a hot pink outfit warned that we could expect the storm to hang around for the next few hours. “I think this would be a good evening to stay home and read or whatever,” I told Jill. She brought out two salad bowls filled with sliced-up bananas, apples, pears, red grapes and pineapple and set them on the table, then looked up, grinning.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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