What can YOU say in six sentences?
Kimmie had been awake since just before 2AM and after helping her father prepare the house - taking in or tying down anything outside that could cause damage, bringing in firewood and groceries, setting up the generator in the living room - she sat at her desk, phone in hand, and waited for the money to start rolling in.
The entire town knew that she and her father never left during storm warnings so it annoyed her slightly when, one by one the clients of Kimmie's Kanine Karriers called and asked if they were staying before asking for her assistance - it was the same price as any other day, no inflation, but during times like these she never denied tips (including full access of the fridge and pantry before moving on to the next house).
Amidst the murky weather, the forewarning sprinkle whispering its impending threat, Kimmie secured a position on the front lawn and - between flipping pages in the Lisa Frank magazine she'd just bought yesterday - waved to each of her clients as they evacuated their cul-de-sacs for the main road and with a crack of thunder the entire town transformed from podunk to ghost - just the way she liked it.
Nobody seemed to show any outward respect for her father, leviathan with the softest soul, who took care of everyone before himself, so she took it upon herself to show him love any, and every, way she could: with her incoming fortune she'd have saved just enough to repair her father's 2005 Polaris Phoenix 200, which she'd trashed in the last storm two months ago, and buy him a new helmet - she'd seen him gazing hungrily at the Vcan blinc 210 when he thought nobody was paying attention - just because she could.
Without warning winds picked up - she guessed around 50Kn - and a particularly vicious gust snatched Lisa Frank from her hands but before she could begin what would have been a thrilling chase around the neighborhood her father appeared from around the corner of the house with two slabs of pre-cut soft plywood, "McCullen's, right through the window."
Works for me, she got off the ground and helped carry the plywood down the road past the magazine that had started to meld with the road, Dad loves Mrs. McCullen's molasses muffins.