"I think it fizzled out." Sal shrugged. The lights flickered. They were out for a bit. Finally the lights shined bright in the basement. He looked at Dez's little mouth half open. The baby was sleeping on his shoulder. Dez drooled a bit. Sal didn't budge.
The sirens did their thing an hour earlier. That was it. NOTHING. Just like always, he thought.
"Are we gonna stay down here, all night?" He was restless. He was doing his best to stay calm. Calm for Dez, he supposed. Maybe Molly, who kept hugging herself had gone ill. She wouldn't eat any snacks. She was far from relaxed.
"I'll tune in the radio." Puck went to fuss with the little radio. Polka music was about the only thing he could tune in.
"Everything is fine." Sal reached for Molly, but she shook her head no, as if to tell him..now was not the time.
"You know, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, but here with you." He wondered if she could say the same. Probably not. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. Maybe this had nothing to do with the tornado. A sly smile curled up on Sal's face. "Shit, this is about your parents, isn't it? You don't want them to know. Do you? That we got hitched."
"Why do you have to make it sound so God awful?" She scowled at him then.Molly sat in the corner on a blanket with a fat pillow behind her that she could sleep on if she had too.
"Is it? You said you wanted to." Sal was soon even lipped.
"I can't talk about it here." Molly said barely above a whisper.
Before he could question her more, they both turned to the old TV that Tess got to work. She'd been rather industrious while they sat during their spell in the basement.
There hadn't been a tornado, but straight winds. It had damaged a few areas around. Not here. But as soon as he saw it, he knew the house. His mother's house. The huge tree out front fell on the front room.
Sal winced. Shaking his head. He couldn't believe it. He looked at Dez snoozing through the whole thing. Dez's portable crib was in his mother's livingroom.