“So, what do you two think?” Mom asks as Mary Beth and Rita help her with dinner.
“I think we have one worried old man,” Rita says. “I mean, it’s a tropical storm that might or might not become a hurricane. Then the experts don’t even know where it’ll land. There’s, what, a thousand miles of shoreline between Florida and here?”
“It pays to be cautious,” Mom tells her.
“Have you looked outside? Blue sky with not a cloud as far as we can see.”
“I think we should leave. You don’t have any kids to worry about, but we do.” This from Mary Beth.
“If you and the girls want to leave, go ahead. I’m staying put,” Rita says.
Mary Beth puts her fists on her hips. “It’s always about the money with you, isn’t it? You’d stay even if you had to ride out the storm in the attic.”
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