The Storm

but if you wanna go I’ll take you. You a payin' customer?” “How's three hundred a day plus expenses sound?” I said , “Make it three fifty and you’ve got yourself a guide. No checks, credit cards, promises, or money orders. Greenbacks... only good ole greenbacks” Henry responded. “Fair enough if it’s as dangerous as you say.” “Oh, it’s dangerous enough!” Henry laughed with a serious glint in h is eye. “Dangerous enough!" Now let’s get some shut eye. We’ll need it. If you're hungry the fridge is over there. Not much in it, but it will hold you over 'till breakfast.” Then, walking through the dark hallways with a flashlight, Henry showed me my room and cleared off some yellowed newspapers and dirty clothes from off of an old, cast-iron bed. “She’s old but sleeps well. More quilts in the closet over yonder if you get a chill. Toilet's outside. Take this flashlight and if you catch a glimpse of two red eyes in the dark, that’s a gator. Stay clear of it. They're fast and hungry since much of their food source washed downstream. Gun's next to the bed, if you know how to use one. And if not, just wake me if anything gets in your room,” Henry quipped. “ Gets in my room! Gets in my room!" I thought? Henry could see the concern in my eyes. “Just holler if there’s something you can’t handle, Son. OK?” “Yes sir,” I replied, “I certainly will call you!” "I wasn’t about to walk back down the hallway to the kitchen," I thought. “Sun’s up at six. Be ready,” and he turned around and disappeared through the doorway, and I attempted to settle in the dark room and squeaky bed. "What a day," I thought. I had just left the city of Brooklyn that morning and here I am in this scary movie. I shut off the flashlight and covered my head with the old quilt. It was assaulting my nostrils with the combined

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