terror. Mother and I held hands tightly and stared up at the cobwebbed underside of the staircase. Dust sifted through the cracks and floated like a cloud in the beam of the flashlight as the floor swayed and creaked loudly above us.
“Oh, my God,” breathed Mother, prayerfully.
“Amen,” I whispered.
There was a great rustling sound, like a mighty sigh, and as quickly as it had begun it was all over. The dust continued to fall, but the house was still and at rest once again. Mother dropped the flashlight and covered her face with her hands. For a brief moment I thought she was going to cry, but she straightened up and gave me a slightly crooked little smile.
“Wow!”
“You can say that again,” I laughed hoarsely. “You okay, Mother?”
“I think so, but we need to get you some dry clothes. You must be freezing.”
I sneezed right on cue, then got to my feet and helped her up. We had to bend over to avoid bumping our heads on the stairs. That’s when I noticed that Aggie wasn’t in the closet with us.
“Mother! Where’s the dog?”
“Why, I don’t know. Wasn’t she with you?”
“Damn! What if she didn’t come back in the house?”
Mother didn’t even correct my vulgar language in her distress.
“Oh, my goodness. I’m almost positive she did. Poor little thing! She must be terrified. We have to find her quickly.”
We found two more flashlights in the kitchen and some extra batteries when the original ones died. For two hours we searched every room in the dark house. We looked under all the beds and in the closets. Mother suggested that Aggie was so frightened she might not come when we called. I reminded her that Aggie never came when she was called.
“Oh, Paisley, don’t speak ill of the sweet little thing. Have you thought of what you’re going to tell Cassandra when you pick her up at the airport tomorrow without her puppy?”
“Rats! I forgot about having to pick up Cassie. I have to get some sleep or I’ll never make it.”
But I couldn’t.
I lay in the bed with my eyes closed while the sound of splitting trees played over and over again in my memory. Occasionally I heard the siren going off in town, but there was no sound of cars on the road. The electricity was still out, and I found that very disconcerting. There is a big difference between going to bed in the dark and going to bed in a house where there is no light. I was musing over the possibilities of a world where the lights never come back on when I finally dozed off. I slept soundly for a full twenty minutes until the alarm sounded.
“Damn and drat!”
I hated not getting enough sleep. My stomach felt queasy and my head ached. I stumbled to the bathroom and stared into the mirror at the exhausted green eyes and freckles that stood out boldly on my pale face. I splashed on some cold water and sighed into the towel as I dried my chin and looked out the window.
“Holy cow!”
I couldn’t believe my eyes. For a moment I considered the possibility that I was still asleep and having a nightmare. I discounted that when a sharp pain sliced behind my eyelids and throbbed in my temple. I was awake all right, and looking out at the ruin of what was once the most beautiful place on earth—at least to me.
Hot tears flooded my eyes as I stared unbelievingly at the huge maple that had provided summer shade for generations of Sterlings. It had been torn out by the roots and cast down across the patio. The hole it left in the raw earth was easily ten feet across and four feet deep. Maple leaves embraced the lawn almost across the whole width of the backyard, yet the tree had miraculously missed falling on the back porch. I wondered sadly if a small furry body lay smashed beneath its limbs.
I ran back to my bedroom and knelt on the window seat. The oak trees in the front yard hadn’t fared much better. One lay across the driveway and the others were missing the top half of their limbs. It looked like a giant scythe had whacked them off about twenty feet above the ground.
I shrugged into my jeans and a sweatshirt and slipped on my Cole-Haans even though they were still damp from the night before. I steeled myself as I opened the French doors in the library and stepped outside.
The sky was clean, freshly washed, and a brilliant blue. Fluffy white clouds preened in front of a golden sun. It was a beautiful day. The ground was still soaked from the rain. I felt it sink through my jeans as I fell to my knees when I saw the devastation the storm had wreaked on my grandfather’s orchard.
Limbs were everywhere. Peach, plum, and apple trees were scattered about like pick-up sticks. Everything was destroyed except for one lone sapling—the little cherry tree we planted last summer. I wept.
When I was spent, I pulled myself up and climbed over limbs and tree trunks to the other side of the house. My moonlight garden: the white roses, my gardenias and paper whites, even the tiny lilies of the valley were crushed by storm debris. Incongruously, in the middle of the garden stood the glass reflecting ball without a scratch to mar its shiny silver surface.
I climbed over scattered limbs searching for Aggie, knowing that if I found her it would be too late. If she had been anywhere in the yard during the storm, she was a goner. Somehow the falling trees had missed the house, but there wasn’t a square foot of lawn that was not covered by debris. Aggie wouldn’t have been able to run fast enough to escape. Poor little puppy. I cried again when I imagined the terror and helplessness she must have felt. And I was miserably sorry that yesterday I had been happy thinking I would soon be rid of her. Now, I would miss her always.
I slipped and skinned my hands and knees as I climbed over limbs and tree trunks. I was cursing like a sailor before I made it back to the driveway. I kicked aside the cans and plastic bags from someone else’s garbage that had flown through the air and landed in our yard and made my way down to the carriage house.
I held my breath and said a small prayer as I rounded the corner and looked inside. Watson was unscathed, but the back of the roof over the garage had caved in underneath the weight of a huge broken limb from a walnut tree. There was no way I could get the Jeep out without some help. The limb was as big around as twice my waist. It didn’t even budge when I tried to move it.
“Well, damn and double damn. This is a fine kettle of fish!” I swore, wiping the sweat from my upper lip with a skinned knuckle.
“Indeed it is,” answered Mother as she picked her way around the stump of the walnut tree and came up behind me.
“Mother! You scared me half to death! What are you doing out here?”
“The same thing you are, I imagine. Crying a bit, and wondering how long it will take us to clean up and get everything back to normal.”
She looked calm and collected in her neatly pressed Ralph Lauren chambray shirt and navy slacks. Not a silver hair was out of place. It made me furious.
“And Cassie?” I snapped. “Just how am I going to pick up Cassie?”
“I called the Nashville airport and left a message at the Delta information desk,” she responded calmly. “I also reserved a rental car for her. She
