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If I Were the Last Man Alive

Copyright© 2014 by Number 7

Chapter 29: Lori

As we approached the lake house, I wondered if Lori was feeling anxious and vulnerable. It was perfectly understandable that she would have some fear of this whole new arrangement.

I tired to console her. "Lori, we're a lot safer here than in Jacksonville during storm season. Jacksonville is near the ocean, and any kind of storm surge could be extremely dangerous. Tides could literally cover much of the city.

"Winter Haven is almost dead center in the state and is nearly the highest area above sea level in Florida. Storms have to travel from the Gulf or the Atlantic to hit here; they lose a lot of their punch once they travel over land.

"In 2004, three hurricanes battered through here. Power was out for about a month, and everything the wind could down, fell. The state was sea of blue tarps protecting damaged roofs for a long time.

My house is completely concrete. It even has a concrete roof to protect us if we get another battering hurricane. I have a lifetime supply of propane stored up to fuel the generators.

As I already said, I have a motor home. I'll live in it quite comfortably. You'll have the house.

I hope I was convincing her of her well-being. "We will need to make further preparations for storm season, but if a hurricane hit tonight, we'd be fine. Don't be afraid. We're going to be safe because we're over prepared. We can grow old here together, safely, if you want to. I know that's what I want."

It hurt again to see sadness in her eyes. It brought back a raft of bittersweet memories.

Lori had her own reaction to my plan. "Jamie, I don't want to move into the house until after our wedding. Let me move into the motor home, and you stay where you are. I want to keep our new home for our marriage. Let me do that."

She spoke with determination. I couldn't find any good reason to argue.

She continued. "I want to save the experience of our house until after our wedding. I know that may seem old-fashioned, but I want our house to be unspoiled ahead of time."

I agreed. "Okay, we'll do it your way. We'll find a bridle shop. Then we can decorate the church, go by the Clerk of the Court for our marriage license, notarize it and get married. Good enough?"

 
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