“I’m here, Lottie,” I hear the woman call outside the playroom. I have gotten Aeslin to settle down now and I’m fumbling for the emergency kit we keep in here.
“Gotcha!” I shout victorious switching on the torch in the kit. It flickers on then promptly off. I try again without success. Just great. Dead batteries and no way to charge them. This day could get worse now, couldn’t it?
Nice. A storm on top of a broken dam. It was last month’s storms that probably contributed to damaging the dam. The gods could at least let us dry off a bit for Zoot’s sake.
That thought process I’ve picked up from Ebony. Where is she? “I need to go to my room,” I announce aloud. “Nobody leaves this room.”
Wasted breath as Brady takes off. I’m off behind her, down the stairs where Lottie is. I help her up with all the stuff then rush out again.
I find Ebony wading in our room, trying to save what she can. I can see already my laptop is slung on her shoulder and half a dozen things of Bug’s cradled in her arms and some fabric. She must have been working on something. Bug’s birthday outfit, maybe?
I don’t argue with her on what is important, I just start helping and send her up to the playroom with the promise of following. I grab the torch from my doctor’s bag and detour to the cafe though to see if anything important has been left behind. There’s tins of food, some bread on the counter and the makings of dinner. And our coffee plant. Ugh I meant to plant this in the greenhouse a week ago. It’s getting too big for it’s pot. I grab it to the things I’m already juggling and head back upstairs, counting heads as I do.
“Who is missing?” I question once back in the playroom. “Is someone keeping track? Lottie where are Sammy and Asher?”