âWeâll see more up there than we can down here.â
She shook her head, but she wasnât saying no. Max considered that a victory.
He let her climb first, thinking that if she slipped he could catch her. A more likely scenario was that sheâd knock him over on her way down, and they would both suffer broken legs or worse.
He shouldnât have worried. She climbed the ladder like a monkey in a tree.
By the time he reached the top, Shelby was seated with her feet dangling and her arms hooked over the shorter of two rails.
âGreat idea, Max.â
âI have them occasionally.â
He dropped down to sit beside her, trying to process what he was seeing. If the aurora had been startling when viewed from the ground, it was overwhelming from where they sat. Flopping onto his back, he stared up at it. It was now after two in the morning. With all that had happened in the last six hours, he hadnât slowed down enough to consider the thing that was changing their lives. From one hundred and twenty feet up, the sight of the aurora was mesmerizing. The sky resembled a kaleidoscope, and Max felt as if he were caught in a tube somewhere between the array of mirrors on one end and the objects chamber on the other.
âYouâre looking a little green there, Max. Afraid of heights?â Shelby leaned over him, studying his face. Her impossibly curly black hair fell forward and onto his chest, and her warm brown eyes laughed at him.
He wanted to reach up and touch her face. He longed to pull her to him and forget about this cataclysmic event for a moment. But before he could make a move, Shelby was tugging on his hand, hauling him into a sitting position.
âI know that look,â she said. âCarter had the same expression before he upchucked last week.â
âHeâd bet Jason he could eat three chili cheese dogs.â
âItâs a good thing he did barf, or his insulin levels would have shot through the roof.â
âBoys will beââ
âYes, I know, but the point is that you have the same look. Deep breaths, please.â
He actually did feel better sitting up. âFor a moment there, it felt like I was floating.â
âA little vertigo is normal if you stare at the aurora too long.â
For the first time, Maxâs gaze sought the horizon toward the west. As far as he could see, in every direction, there was near total darkness punctuated by very few lights. âAmazing, isnât it?â
âIt would be beautiful if it didnât spell doom and destruction.â
âDo you believe that?â
âIâm not sure what I believe.â Her tone had grown serious.
This was the Shelby he knewâcontemplative, private, never giving much away. He preferred the one that had leaned over him with the look of amused concern.
âThereâs only enough water for twenty-four hours?â she asked.
âIt might last longer, if people conserve.â
âWhy donât we have a generator for this water tower?â
âMoney. Weâre a small town and a generator of that size isnât cheap.â When she didnât respond, he added, âThereâs always the water from the springs if it comes to that.â
âItâs not only a matter of having enough to drink. Think of the sanitary issues if you canât flush a toilet or bathe or wash your dishes.â She again slung her arms around the lowest rail and stared down at the ground.âThis comes from a lack of imagination. People canât conceive that the world they live in, the society they are used to, can change in a flash.â
Instead of arguing, he bumped his shoulder against hers. âI wonât let anything happen to you and Carter.â
âWeâre fine.â She pushed her hair back out of her face. âI appreciate it. I do. But weâre fine.â
Max allowed her words to fade into the darkness, and then he