Moving quickly, my aunt and I grabbed these things off the kitchen table. Plus, there was a kerosene lantern downstairs on a shelf for just such rare weather conditions. Weeks" voice filtered down to us from upstairs as he woke Uncle Ed from his deep nap. He sounded confused at first, swore at Weeks until he heard the sirens, and then the protests stopped.
By the time my aunt and I had reached the cement floor of the basement, the footsteps of both men sounded above us as they made their way across the floor. Their voices slightly muffled as they arrived at the top the basement steps. Weeks making sure Uncle Ed grabbed the railing before he eased down.
My aunt aimed the beam of her flashlight at the stairs for the two men as they made their way down. Weeks" flashlight beam weaved and dar
