Well, they say we're next, but I don't know. I tend to think this is all going to die out. I haven't been able to go out on the bay all this week and haven't made any money. John had his drink, and it felt good. John walked out into the street and the rain was flooding the winding roads that led down to the water.
People are so stupid and naive.
The road was empty and isolated and four ancient oaks growing along the one road had toppled over and split and lay blocking the street. Well, so far this isn't too bad. I don't think anything is going to happen to Long Island. Up ahead in the distance lay the road to his house. It was a private road that ran through brambles and woods down to the bay where his house was perfectly situated.