I stumble back to my car and Shelly is sitting on the open tailgate, inhaling a Marlboro. “Hey,” I say. “I see you survived the latest tornado,” she says. “Really? So that was a tornado.” “Yeah. A small one hit the north end of town,” she says. “The power’s out at our house again.” “Same here,” I say. “Ha ha.” We drive around, trying to find a place to eat that has power. Rocket Road looks like a missile hit it. Trees lie on their sides, roots exposed like tangled wires. The Burger King sign and Speedway signs have blown down. Neither place has electricity. “This looks like a war zone,” Shelly says. “Creepy.” We drive further. “Look! Tim Hortons has power!” she says. We pull into the lot. It’s crowded, and Jeff is working. When we finally get to the front of the line, I say, “You’re here early.” “Yeah. Nobody has power but us, so we’ve been real busy,” Jeff says. “Hey Nolan,” Shelly says. “I didn’t know you worked here.”
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