ANNELI’S STEPFATHER stood staring out of the hotel window at the Cyclone. He insisted on paying for the presidential suite and the whole sixth floor for several nights. His plans of having a flawless first impression between Anneli and her future husband seemed to be failing. Hearing the warning on the radio of the imminent cyclone he frantically raced from room to room to wake his family. Darryl found each of his sons asleep lying next to a young lady. “Where’s Meredith?” cussed Darryl, glaring at his middle son lying in the bed. The young blonde haired woman next to him pulled the blanket over her head. “Dad, what’s the meaning of barging into my private room?” “I don’t care to answer your question. Have you any idea where your sister is, let alone her husband?” The young man sighed. “She’s in the room at the end of the hall. Number six twenty-two.” Darryl stormed over to the door. Reaching for the handle he looked over his shoulder. “Get dressed. Be down stairs in one minute.”
