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Show -247 on for a few uneven beats, knocked and stopped. She appeared in the doorway, her glasses flecked with big drops of water. "Whole damn town's flooded," she said. "A foot of water running down Ninth Street. What a mess! Get me a towel, will you Carlo?" Jacob came slowly down the stairs. "All OK up there," he said. "Has anybody gone down to the basement?" Alice said. "It always used to flood when we had a really heavy rain." She toweled her hair with slow heavy downward strokes. "Nobody? Well go on down now, Carlo, before we all start floating away. Take the big flashlight." "Did you have a hard day at work?" Jacob said. She inspected a long lock of black hair, glossy in the uneven candlelight. "Always polite," she said. "That's what I like about you, Jacob. My day was about average. Did anybody make dinner?" "Yes," Morgan said. "Thank God for gas stoves, anyway." She cocked her head, listening for Carlo in the basement. "Should I go see if he's all right?" Jacob said. She looked at him with those competent gray eyes. "Let him be." She tossed her hair forward and wrapped it in the towel a final time. "You were up early this morning, Buck. I saw you out the window. What were you contemplating |