The rest of the family caravan pulled up. “Somethin’ wrong darlin’?” Bert asked Catherine. Catherine only had to point to the darkened lot ahead of us. Even in the darkness I could see the expression change on Bert’s mug. “Right.” He dismounted from his bike and signaled for Irene to get out of the sidecar.
Mrs Braun got out and circled round to the driver’s seat. My brother in law gave his wife and son a peck on the head before getting on foot himself. I followed the lead and climbed out of the sidecar.
“Daddy?” Ollie asked from his safety seat.
A very pregnant Michelle looked over to her firstborn.“It’s okay, honey,” she said. “Daddy will be right back.
“Right,” Bert said. “This could be nothin’. Might just be a power outage.”
Catherine didn’t agree. “You’d think there’d be candles in the window or people going for their generators.”