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couple of others scattered here and there around the island, but there's no way to be sure with everything boarded up." |
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Linda situated herself in a chair next to Bart. "How are you holding up?" |
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The deputy forced another puffy-faced smile. "Better," he admitted, "but not good enough to sit and listen to an all-night rock and roll hurricane celebration." |
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Linda managed her own smile, half-veiled by a quizzical expression. |
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"Private joke," Bartholomew muttered. |
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The door slammed and Moxie emerged from the storeroom on the lower level. Under the circumstances, he wasn't quite sure who he was supposed to be filing the damage report with. "Water is comin' in everywhere down there," he announced. "Everything gonna be ruined." |
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"If you can lift it, stack it on a shelf somewhere," Gladys Ann ordered. |
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Moxie shrugged his shoulders, glanced at Bartholomew to see if there was a counter-command, and when he didn't get one, turned and dejectedly trudged back down the stairs. The door slammed behind him. |
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Linda Cavitt busied herself with the dials on the radio. "This still work?" |
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Bartholomew nodded and immediately regretted it. |
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