I could set up the story, but just read it as if it is a story all by itself,

Chapter 1: Dust Storm

Hurry, Jonathan the sun is setting. As the sun began to disappear behind

the dying oak tree, a large sand storm was approaching. With nothing, but a

second to spare Jonathan entered the house and shut the door. The house was a

very dark place. All the windows were boarded up with fresh pine and the

only light seen was from a single candle. The room had very little furniture in

it, what they did have was covered in two inch think dust. As Ruth stood there

she wondered if the storms were ever going to end. Ruth a very decent size

woman with a little chest and a head full of bright red hair. The storms had

been going for days on end now with only minor breaks in between each. It

had been days since there had been a clear day and the dust was affecting

everything. There was nothing that was safe from the ongoing storms.

Everything that they had to eat tasted like the dust of the earth. This had begun

to affect the family greatly.

As Ruth entered her kitchen to prepare dinner for four, she began to

cry. For days now she had to feed her two children dried up noodles. The only

thing that she had in the kitchen to make this not so dry was a little spaghetti

sauce. Kids, kids wake up you have to eat something. I know that both of

you are in pain, but you have to keep up your strength. As her daughter Anna

Claire raised herself up to eat, Mary Kathryn didn't budge. Mary Kathryn

please get up and eat something or you will continue to be sick. Again Mary

Kathryn made no response. Ruth then became worried and moved over to her

daughter's side. She gently pressed her hand onto to Mary Kathryn's forehead,

it was as cold as ice. Jonathan, Jonathan come fast Mary Kathryn isn't

breathing. It was to late, however when Jonathan made it upstairs.

The next day Jonathan retrieved the shovel out of the garage and they

laid Mary Kathryn to rest. As he began to lay the dirt on the body he checked

his pocket watch to make sure they had time before the next storm would be

upon them. Ruth couldn't contain herself during the funeral. She just fell to her

knees and began to cry and scream for her baby girl to return. For the Ingram

family that day was the worst day they had ever seen in Inglewood.