“On our fingers,” Goose said.
“And at our hearts,” I added.
“Are we ready to move on to the final song?” Mae asked when we looked back to her. “And then that kiss you spoke of?”
“We are.”
Goose nodded in agreement with me.
“Carrie.”
As she rose, once called to by Mae, several phones blared, an alarm of some sort, causing us all to jump.
“Uh-oh. Tornado warning,” Rip explained.
Amongst anxious chatter, the sky let us know the storm was upon us, as a bright flash was followed by the strongest roll of thunder yet, one that shook the Tennessee earth.
“I’m thinking we should bolt.” Goose looked as if he’d just seen a ghost, though not the ones he wanted to.
“Yes.” I took his hand. He still hated thunderstorms. “We can finish the rest at the—”