“Dad,” Han said as she climbed into Sarah’s car and buckled up, “can you outrun the storm?”
We had just finished a family dinner at my mother’s home, letting the kids spend time with their Uncle before he heads back to Tennessee. A sudden thunderstorm had rolled in right as we were readying to leave, and the 7yr old knows that of the two cars in the family, mine is the older and riskier to drive in rough weather.
“Kid, what our name?” I asked.
She smiled at the routine question. “We’re Swifts.”
“That’s right,” I told her. “When we need to, we can outrun the weather.”
Gotta admit, that was a worrisome drive. Louisiana has an odd quirk with its storm: you can literally see the storm front coming, as the rain falls in a curtain towards you. But my old 4Runner and I made it home, in time to go around the property and see to our myriad animals.
As much as I like to use my evenings for writing, I’ll have to push that to tomorrow. The power might go out and it’s a good opportunity to actually relax and read for a change.
Been a long time since I’ve sat down with a David Weber story. They’re both comforting and make me envious; this was published back when you can drop a 400-page book full of world-building.
Stay safe out there, readers.
-JB Swift
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