- My brothers inform me that it is (indeed) raining. C’est vrai??
- My brothers shut the windows.
- One of my brothers turns off the television.
- My eldest younger brother, Guy, jumps up for no apparent reason.
- Guy sits back down and finishes eating.
- Alain and Justin run out of the house to retrieve the pots and benches.
- Guy leaves the room.
- Alain and Justin return.
- Guy Pascal climbs into his mother’s lap.
- Junior gets up to put his jacket on because it is apparently cold in the house (“Il fait froid!”).
- I smile because I enjoy the cool breeze.
- Guy comes out of his room wearing only shorts and holding an umbrella.
- Guy runs out of the house and returns to the doorway with his now wet clothes.
- Guy attempts to close his umbrella, while Junior watches, holding Guy’s clothes.
- Guy wrings out his clothes.
- Everyone says good night and goes to bed. Before 9pm.
- I brush my teeth in the rain.
- Upon returning to my room, I discover water dripping from my ceiling.
- I replace my wet backpack with my bucket.
- I lie in bed typing this while hoping that the ceiling drip does not develop into a full-fledged flood.
- I text my friend Kathleen, who assures me that she will notify the Coast Guard if I do not show up for school the next day.
- It continues to rain.
Two hours later, my ceiling continues to drip, but no Coast Guard alert has yet been issued.