The storm continued to rage outside the walls of the little house on Dolphin Island. The five young women had to make due with lighting from a single flashlight and several candles. They only ate food that could be eaten cold, and concentrated on that which was in the refrigerator, since without power the food within would eventually go bad.
“I wish I knew which direction the storm is moving,” said Penelope, as they sat around the table, eating a dinner of cheese sandwiches and cabbage and fennel salad.
“We had a hand crank radio,” said Eleanor, “but I broke the crank off of it.”
“Cranked it too hard?” wondered Penelope.
The blonde nodded.
“I can hook up the laptop directly to the internet,” said Astrid. “We’ve got enough battery power to run it for several hours.”
Unplugging the now unusable router, the girl inventor connected one MPro 5 notebook to the cable. Loading up the browser, she pulled up the satellite image of the storm.
“It’s passing to the north of us,” she told the others. “It’s not moving very fast though. I would guess we’ve got another two days of rough weather.”
“That’s what I figured,” said Adeline. “We’d better turn off the computer and conserve the battery.”
“First though,” said Penelope. “We each need to send a message to our loved ones telling them we’re okay.”
When it was her turn, Astrid sent the following message, making sure to address it to her mother, father, and to Toby. Power is out here, so no phone, but we are safe and sound. Don’t worry. Love to you all. Call you when we get the power back.
“Sending your love to Toby?” asked Penelope, looking over her shoulder.
“No, I’m just… That’s just what people say. You don’t think he…?”
“Stop worrying about it. He knows how you feel about him and he has since he was old enough to stand.”
“Well…” said Astrid, shrugging. “I guess.”
That night, the wind rattling loose boards and shingles on the outside of the house, made sleep difficult for Astrid. When she finally dozed off, it was late, and she was awakened at least three times during the night. It was a surprise therefor to find that she had slept late into the morning. All of the other young women were up and dresses and sitting around the table eating bread and jam.
“Why did you let me sleep so late?” asked Astrid, as she wiped the sleep from her eyes.
“There wasn’t much point in waking you,” said Penelope. “We can’t do anything but sit around staring at one another.”
“I thought now that it’s light outside, I might take a look at the generator,” returned Astrid.
“It’s light out,” said Eleanor, “but it’s still too windy to go outside. You would be blown off your feet. I’m a little surprised that we haven’t lost the roof.”
“The house is sturdy,” said Adeline. “We are also protected somewhat by the trees.”
“I hope the dolphins are okay,” said Astrid.
“They will be fine,” assured Océane. “They will swim out to the deep water. The storm won’t bother them at all.”
There was just enough light coming in through the boarded up windows that they were able to play a French version of Monopoly during mid-day. In the afternoon, the wind seemed to die down a bit, giving Astrid some hope that maybe the storm would soon be over. Then it grew suddenly dark, and minutes later, the island and the little house were deluged by waves of rain. The girls immediately had to scramble to lay out pots and dishes under the sixteen leaks in the ceiling that ranged from a steady drip to a constant stream.
“I feel like we need to look for two of every animal,” said Penelope.
It was so dark by five o’clock that it could have been midnight. Astrid peaked out a crack in the boards covering the window. All she could see were bushes being bent by the wind and pelted by the rain.
“Astrid,” said Océane, at her elbow. “Will you come help me make dinner?”
The girl inventor followed her to the part of the room that made up the kitchen.
“You seem very nervous,” said the French girl.
“Do I? I guess I am. This is the first hurricane that I’ve ever been in. We don’t get a lot of stormy weather in the southwest U.S.”
“Everything will be fine.”
“Oh, I know it will be,” said Astrid. “At least I know that in my head. I guess some other part of me isn’t so sure.”
“You will feel better after you eat. I’m making sandwiches with the last of the bread and hazel nut spread. I want you to chop of this bag of pistachios and whatever fruit we have left to go on them.”
Astrid found a handful of strawberries and two bananas in the no-longer-cold refrigerator, and diced them up fine, along with the pistachios. Océane sprinkled them on the hazel nut spread before placing the two pieces of bread together.
“I have a secret treat,” said Océane. “We’re all going to have hot cocoa.”
“How are we going to do that?” wondered Astrid. “We don’t have any heat.”