I look out of my bedroom window and all I see is rain. Mama calls my name and I climb down the ladder into the kitchen. "Dinner's ready Hattie. Did you see The Marigold heading in? It's late and your father hasn't come home yet."
"No mama," I say."It's storming real bad out there. I can't see anything." On nights like these papa has come home every time, but that doesn't stop us from worrying.
"Go call you siblings. They must be hungry," Mama says
"Yes mama."
