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Damn, the place is a mess. Whole front window's blown out, half the wall, too. Sheriff and fire guys milling around…
Molly’s standing over by the TV in her bathrobe crying. Yeah, she should be. I wouldn’t have been sleeping on the couch if
she wasn’t such an unreasonable woman.
Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have stayed for that last round at McKinley’s. Guess I can finally assure her it won’t
happen again.
They’re saying it was some twisters just north of
here. Big suckers and fast-moving. Barely got the sirens on before they whipped
around and headed this way. Bull
belongs to Bill Wolich just down the road.
His place got leveled. Suppose I
should be grateful Molly still has a roof over her head.
Still… Hell
of a way to go.