Walking on Sunshine (26 page)

Nope . . . just darkness. “Oh, well . . .” Grace hefted her purse over her shoulder and took a baby step forward, but then remembered the big vat of frothy stuff and decided to stay put and shout for Mason. She inhaled a deep breath, thinking she needed some volume and then spotted a beam of light coming her way. “Oh, there you are! Thank goodness!”

“Sorry. I had to look for a flashlight,” Mason said as he reached her side. “I hope you weren't too scared.”

“Oh, of course not,” she said, barely resisting the urge to grab his arm and cling. And then she heard the wail of sirens. “Oh, no!” She pictured a funnel cloud twirling toward them like in
The Wizard of Oz
. She could hear the howl of the wind and pinging against the windows. “Mason, what should we do?”

“Go into the bathroom for shelter.”

Grace nodded and then heard something that sounded like a freight train coming their way. She reached for his arm. “Mason, what is that horrible sound?”

“Let's hope it's not a
tornado.”

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