She’d been sitting in the booth ever since.
She glanced at the clock above the cooler. It seemed unbelievable because of the dark brought on by the storm, but the hands above the Dr. Pepper logo read only 11:16 am. The long hand of the clock twitched once. 11:17. Nearly three-and-a-half hours had passed, and still no luck with either the telephone or the airwaves.
She took a deep drag off the Marlboro and exhaled slowly, leaning back in the booth and closing her eyes.
The radio on the counter went: S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s ...”
A hodge-podge of the radio-preacher’s words played back in her mind, she didn’t know why. ‘We know now there can be no compromise ... for I have seen a light in the sky, and we must ready our souls ... throw wide the gates of hell, and let loose the beasts of prey ..
