“How about green?” » She brandished a green Bic lighter. “Yeah – Yes ma’am, green is good – I’ll take it, thank you.” “Okay, Sonny, it will be 0.89 for the soda, 0.99 for the lighter, and that makes one eighty-eight,” she calculated expertly. Then add another 0, 12 for the governor, which is two dollars." He placed two dollar bills in her wrinkled hand, noticing that she was shaking slightly. "It looks like a big storm is coming," he offered. Yes, it looks like it's becoming a real toad choker. "It's been so dry lately that I even had to water the weeds," she let out a throaty laugh. "That's what you'd call very dry," Matt smiled as he answered, then he added: "Looks like we have a blue north coming towards us." "Sure nuff, the storm coming is going to be a gully, I think," she drawled "But I don't think so. that it will last more than half an hour or so, I assume they blow quickly and come out the same way they usually do. Maybe you should just take the load off your feet and cast a spell until it's over, because there's no point in getting caught up in it. I tried to tell that stupid old man who was here a few minutes ago to sit down and rest for a while, but as usual, that hard-headed old fool didn't listen. This old man doesn't listen to anything I say to him. A barrage of raindrops suddenly dotted the tin roof with the sound of marble-sized hailstones rattling. “Sit over there in that chair and drink your soda,” she tried to shout above the ear-piercing din while pointing to a rickety green folder. ...... middle of paper ...... a delight for his ears. Reversing the Corvette and then shifting it into first gear, he moved slowly until the car left the gravel parking lot and onto the asphalt road. Smashing the accelerator, the wheels spun in a powerful chorus of squeals as the car fishtailed slightly just before lunging forward. Less than a minute later, he turned on the headlights as darkness began to envelop him again and the rain began to pound the vehicle. windshield. Fortunately, there was no hail. Great claps of thunder roared around him and he swiped the windshield wipers at high speed. This wasn't going to be fun, he thought, and for a moment he and I considered taking the old woman's advice, going back to the store and getting some rest. “No, I can’t do that. The rain will stop. Besides, I have a job to do and I have to move.