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Rose Jackson opened her eyes as the phone on the arm of her chair buzzed suddenly. She picked it up, but for a moment contemplated just letting it ring and resuming her nap. The warm spring sun shining through the sunroom windows was almost enough to make a human being purr. She turned the phone

Randy Jackson leaned over to look out of the café window, setting his coffee down as he did so. His wife Jackie looked at him questioningly from across the table. “There they come,” said Randy. “I hope they’re wearing their high rubber boots because some of those sidewalk puddles are deep.” “You don’t want to

Andrew Jackson eased his pickup truck into his usual parking spot in front of the café and turned off the engine. A strong north wind blew the falling snow across the windshield where it immediately began to pile up around the wipers. “Ugh,” said Rose, who was in the passenger seat next to Andrew. “I

Well, at least it’s dry in here.” Rose Jackson spoke from her chair in the Jackson house sunroom, looking out over a backyard covered in heavy greyish white snow. Rain fell steadily, a small stream of water trickling from the downspout visible at the corner of the the house. She gestured towards the window. “Nobody’s

It’s an open question,” Harvey Brown was saying, as Andrew Jackson pulled up a chair and joined the three men already seated at the window table in the café, “whether it will save, or destroy, the world. But experts agree it will almost certainly do one or the other.” There was a moment of silence.