Chapter 12

The wind got worse. It seemed to come from all directions. Brandon worried out loud about the windows. Busted whined and sniffed around until he found his kitten, took her gently in his huge mouth, and put her down by his paws. He sniffed her and licked her until she was passed out again, sound asleep. Then he whined at the sound of the thunder and the roaring wind.

“I’m scared, too,” Brandon said.

Outside the wind whipped around in eddies and twists. The air turned a bilious shade of green, and the noise grew in intensity. Elvis pointed at a cabinet in the corner. “Open that and pass what’s in it to me, please,” he said, his voice somewhat shaky. It looked uncomfortable for him to be hanging over the back of the front seat, reaching into the back part. He was too big to slide through the divider.