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"
The
rain
will
come
in
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
'll
ruin
the
furniture
.
"
"
If
it
does
,
it
does
.
It
's
insured
.
"
"
That
does
n't
make
it
any
better
,
"
she
said
in
an
upset
,
scolding
voice
.
"
Your
mother
's
dresser
...
our
new
sofa
...
the
colour
TV
...
"
"
Shhh
,
"
I
said
.
"
Go
to
sleep
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
,
"
she
said
,
and
five
minutes
later
she
had
.
I
stayed
awake
for
another
half
hour
with
one
lit
candle
for
company
,
listening
to
the
thunder
walk
and
talk
outside
.
I
had
a
feeling
that
there
were
going
to
be
a
lot
of
people
from
the
lakefront
communities
calling
their
insurance
agents
in
the
morning
,
a
lot
of
chainsaws
burring
as
cottage
owners
cut
up
the
trees
that
had
fallen
on
their
roofs
and
battered
through
their
windows
,
and
a
lot
of
orange
CMP
trucks
on
the
road
.
The
storm
was
fading
now
,
with
no
sign
of
a
new
squall
coming
in
.
I
went
back
upstairs
,
leaving
Steff
and
Billy
on
the
bed
,
and
looked
into
the
living
room
.
The
sliding
glass
door
had
held
.
But
where
the
picture
window
had
been
there
was
now
a
jagged
hole
stuffed
with
birch
leaves
.
It
was
the
top
of
the
old
tree
that
had
stood
by
our
outside
basement
access
for
as
long
as
I
could
remember
.
Looking
at
its
top
,
now
visiting
in
our
living
room
,
I
could
understand
what
Steff
had
meant
by
saying
insurance
did
n't
make
it
any
better
.
I
had
loved
that
tree
.
It
had
been
a
hard
campaigner
of
many
winters
,
the
one
tree
on
the
lakeside
of
the
house
that
was
exempt
from
my
own
chainsaw
.
Big
chunks
of
glass
on
the
rug
reflected
my
candle-flame
over
and
over
.
I
reminded
myself
to
warn
Steff
and
Billy
.
They
would
want
to
wear
their
slippers
in
here
.
Both
of
them
liked
to
slop
around
barefoot
in
the
morning
.
I
went
downstairs
again
All
three
of
us
slept
together
in
the
guest
bed
,
Billy
between
Steff
and
me
.
I
had
a
dream
that
I
saw
God
walking
across
Harrison
on
the
far
side
of
the
lake
,
a
God
so
gigantic
that
above
his
waist
He
was
lost
in
a
clear
blue
sky
.
In
the
dream
I
could
hear
the
rending
crack
and
splinter
of
breaking
trees
as
God
stamped
the
woods
into
the
shape
of
His
footsteps
.
He
was
circling
the
lake
,
coming
toward
the
Bridgton
side
,
toward
us
,
and
all
the
houses
and
cottages
and
summer
places
were
bursting
into
purple-white
flame
like
lightning
,
and
soon
the
smoke
covered
everything
.
The
smoke
covered
everything
like
a
Mist
.
"
Jeee-pers
,
"
Billy
said
.
