Waves crashed and the wind howled. Trees were ripped this way and that, flowers torn apart. Among ruins of the latest tornado, stood a huge, peal house. Around windows and the polished door ways ivory was wrapped. Glass on the windows crystal clear and silk curtains hung perfectly over them. Every brink was perfectly in line and he roof tiles were never slipping.
Hail lashed against the youngest Le Bel's window. He lay there, pale eyes fixed on the ceiling. Thunder crashed outside. He jumped then scolded his himself for such foolishness. He let out a deep sigh as he saw the last light of he house go out. Finally alone with his thoughts. There was a knock on the door.
''Enter."
The opened and his mother walked in, "What are ou doing still awake?"
"What are you doing here?" He demanded.
"I'm sorry about your father, honey."