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island and you won't have a window left in the house." |
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"Moxie should be here any minute with the plywood. I counted from memory, then I sent him down to the lumberyard. In the meantime, fill up several containers with drinking water, just in case the blow hits full force and fouls our water supply." |
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"You're serious, aren't you?" |
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Miller nodded. "Never hurts to be prepared. Most of the time all we get out of these things is one helluva soaking and some strong winds. A little inconvenient, maybe, but no serious damage. But, if she comes ashore full force, it gets real nasty in a hurry." |
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Much of the smile had faded from Linda Cavitt's symmetrical face. She had quit rummaging through the cabinets, instead moving to the windows to look out at the water. "It does look threatening," she admitted. |
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Bartholomew stood up and gently pulled her to him. Then he folded his arms around her waist. The gesture brought the smiles back to both their faces. "I wish I could stay here and help you, but with Red out of town, I've got a bunch of things I have to take care of. Moxie will board up your windows. You start gathering anything that's loose. Make sure everything is shut off and unplugged, then pull your circuit breakers. When Moxie's |
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