"Shouldn't we be home?" Bree helped Ricki find more boxed pasta. Truly, she was getting bored, but it was nice to do family things with Ricki and her little girl.
"We'll be fine. We've never had a tornado before." Ricki shrugged as if she wasn't worried.
Bree so wanted to tell her about the news story she'd heard how the weather was getting more and more dangerous, every year.
"It is September. We are past tornadoes." Ricki reassured her.
Bree only nodded and went to find the Angel Hair pasta.
"When your Mom comes to pick you up, I want us to have like a farewell dinner, you know." Ricki smiled.
"Thanks." Bree was worried about New York City. She couldn't even make friends here. And the friend she did make, her brother couldn't stand.
They moved on to the deli where they made pizza and other foods.
Bree saw him instantly out of the corner of her eye. He looked so familiar, but she wouldn't dare say a thing. Instantly she went to the salad bar, wondering if he was watching her. He was.
She got a salad in a plastic TO GO container. She wasn't sure if she was smitten with this guy who was actually watching her, or basically frightened.
Ricki filled a big container of fruit.
Just then the lights flickered as a siren went off. Everyone was to evacuate to the closest shelter. Suddenly they were in darkness. And it was a madhouse.