47Becca wrapped her hands around a mug of sweet, steaming coffee and marveled at the wind that had displaced a vibrant blue sky in what seemed like moments. Clearly, she was in a land of bi-polar weather.
“This is wild!” She stared at the sky.
“This is Arizona.” Gaby threw her hands up.
They watched the trees outside bend and sway in unison as if to some strange symphony. A great gust pummeled the building, shaking the shutters, and Becca stepped back. A huge raindrop hit the glass with a splat. Then another crack and Becca realized it was hail and rain. A torrent ensued, the wind lashing the rain against the window.
They heard the front door open and close. Walt, bearing a large, zippered folder under his coat, appeared with Beau by his side. The sopping dog shook its mottled fur, spl
