day, which is Monday, is sunny with a blue sky, and at 8.00 a.m., the moderate prime number temperature of 59 degrees Fahrenheit. When I stand on our porch with my back to the yard, I would not think that there had been a superstorm just 60 hours before. But when I turn around I see the fallen trees and our soggy lawn and the stream that runs straight down Hud, with no bridge over it at the bottom of our drive. I remember that my father and I are still stranded.
Also, Rain is still missing.
Also, the power is still out and so is our phone. The refrigerator has warmed up, and last night my father threw out everything that was in it and everything that was in the freezer. We have no ice left and only a few more bucketfuls of water for flushing the toilet.
âWhat do we do when we canât flush the toilet any more?â
I ask.
My father is sitting at the kitchen table eating a breakfast of tuna, which heâs scooping straight out of the can, an apple and a bottle of ginger ale. He doesnât mind warm soda. âWe go in the woods,â he replies.
I study his face. I look for humour clues, such as a smile. I donât think heâs being funny, so I say, âHow do we go in the woods?â
âWhat kind of question is that? You just stand behind a tree and pee.â
âI donât want to pee in the woods.â It doesnât seem sanitary.
âUnh.â
âWhat are our other options?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat else could we do besides pee behind a tree?â
âI donât know. Pee in a bucket.â
That sounds a little better. âCould I put the bucket in the bathroom?â
My father shrugs. âKnock yourself out.â
âWhat?â
Now my father sighs, which is probably an indication of annoyance. âIt means do what ever you want, okay? If it makes you happy to pee in a bucket in the bathroom, then pee in a bucket in the bathroom. But youâll have to clean the bucket out. Iâm not going to do it for you.â
I pour cereal into a bowl, sit down across from my father, and eat the cereal dry. âWhat are we going to do today?â I want to know.
âKeep sawing up the trees.â
âI wish we could visit Uncle Weldon.â
My father gestures out the window. âHas a bridge magically appeared at the bottom of the driveway?â
I turn and look. âNo.â
âThen we canât visit Weldon. End of discussion.â
After breakfast my father refills the gas tank in the chainsaw. He gets back to work buzzing through the trunks of the fallen trees. I am not allowed within ten feet (feat) of the chainsaw, which is good because it makes a very loud noise. My job is to stack the smaller logs on the woodpile. When I canât stand the noise I take a break, put my hands over my ears, and wander around our yard. I stand by the road and look at the water, which isnât gushing so fast any more. I wonder how far Rain could have been carried by the water on Saturday. I wonder how far she might have walked in the wrong direction after she got out of the water.
I wait until I hear the chainsaw stop for a moment and then I call to my father, âWhy didnât you wake me up when you let Rain outside during the storm?â
âFor Peteâs sake, Rose, havenât we been over that already?â
âBut why didnât you?â
âI will answer that question one more time and then I donât want to hear about it again. I didnât wake you up because Rain has been outside plenty of times by herself and she always comes back. I didnât think it was necessary. Besides, the storm was almost over.â
âWhy didnât you put her collar on before she went out?â
âRose! Enough!â
âBut this is a new question. This is the first time Iâve asked you about her collar.â
My father pulls the cord on the chainsaw. Nothing happens.
âShe isnât
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