People believe what they want to believe. She suddenly went cold. She needed to go back home. The wind was strong and she'd forgotten her muffler again.
Over coffee they talked about things. Things were calmer inside and if you concentrated on your cup, you couldn't hear the windowpanes rattle. The water was seeping in from the verandah. Strange, she had always thought the house being on the second floor would prevent this danger. They quickly stuffed rags underneath the doorways, which were instantly soaked. They would do for now, anyway. It had been a pleasant day, before the storm began. They had giggled at the first fat drops of water that splotched neatly on top of their noses. The skies had warned them before they set out, but they'd ignored the clouds and proudly declared it sunny. It's strange how people believe what they want to believe.
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