STORM DWELLERS – an excerpt, chapter 2
“I don’t know,” Darcy said. “Maybe we should’ve invited Sam.”
“Can Sam make waterspouts?” Benny queried.
Darcy shrugged.
“I don’t know.”
“We can do this,” Sybil said. “It’ll only be for a few minutes. Once the sunrise is complete, it’ll be over.”
“Well, let’s just be careful, Sis,” Terry said.
Sybil hugged her.
“I’d never do anything that hurt us or our friends,” Sybil explained. “Never.”
“I’ll miss you when you go off to A & M in the fall,” Terry said, misty eyed.
“Oh, Terry Marie, I’m just going to Galveston. Not like I’m moving to Saskatchewan,” Sybil smiled, and they hugged again.
“Where’s…Sesketchiewan?” Benny mispronounced the word.
“Saskatchewan,” Sybil corrected. “Never mind.”
“If we’re all ready, let’s rock and roll,” Lynn said. “The night’s burning away.”
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