The dog rushed to our gate then to the neighbor's gate then to ours then to chase the neighbor's cat then she jumped on Phill.
The kids ran to greet the neighbors, filling her in on a week of activities in 30 seconds flat, all three voices at once.
The house smelled like an old church, which I can now say comforted me. I know my job in possible storm hits is to leave with the kids and the dog and important documents so that the husband can do his job well. Still, being away from this house, one that I truly love, challenged me. I wanted to be back in this city, feeling the humid air, hearing the streetcar (not yet running), and being with people who walk places.
I am grateful, very much so, for my sister who took us in with nary a worry.