“How long does this damned tornado thing go on?”
“Don’t curse in front of the children, dear.”
Distant thunder sounded in the background.
“You heard about Smithville?” I asked.
“No,” he said.
“A few years ago a tornado went through here, took just about all of Smithville with it. Killed about thirty people. That’s about forty-five minutes down the road, a little too close to home. Took out one hundred and forty-nine of their one hundred-fifty houses and businesses.”
By the light of the flashlight, we listened to the NOAA Weather Radio announcer explaining that a tornado had touched down in the Plantersville area, just to our east. Quarter-size hail was reported. A tornado warning was in effect for Lee County and the surrounding counties. Tornado was moving in an easterly direction.
The lights suddenly came back on.
I sat on the edge of the tub, looking at Jackson.
“God, I want to kiss you,” I whispered
“Is there something stopping you?”