Rain beat against the windows, rattling in the sills with each roar of thunder. She couldn't sleep. An old lantern reflected the light of a trio of candle flames around the living room. Her computer sat dormant. Without electricity she could not have worked on inputting inventory, even if she had wanted to. The quilt shop could wait. Instead she was working late at "home." Clarkia Hurdiss sat on the carpet pulling her Grandfather's books off the selves. After reading the spines she piled many into a box. A few were returned to their original places. It was a focused task to block out thoughts of raging storms.