Disaster Zone

The devastation was complete. Every object in the room had been displaced by the energy that had blown through just a short time before. Cassie folded her legs and collapsed to the floor with a groan. There were chairs upside down and on top of each other. Dishes actually stuck to the wall, and there was food, Cassie shook her head in amazement, food on the ceiling. Every book from the shelves was on the floor, somewhere, and the shelves were actually gone. Oh, no - there they were, in pieces on the other side of the room.

Surveying the wreckage, her first thought was to light a match. It couldn't take that long to rebuild one room, could it? Although, it was, probably, still structurally sound, right? Maybe if she called everyone she knew and handed out shovels and trash bags, they could reclaim the room in a day or two? Still, the match sounded like the best idea.

Hard on that thought came the thought of her husband. "I wonder," Cassie mused, "if he could talk the guys into driving the ladder truck over, knocking down that far wall and just hosing the mess out the side of the house?" Hmmmm! Now that idea held possibilities.

Lost in her thoughts and trying, desperately, to figure out where to start undoing the disaster, Cassie didn't realize that Adam had walked up behind her; until he started to laugh. A deep, heart-felt belly laugh that echoed through the room. She glared at him over her shoulder, which only made him double over and laugh even harder.

"Redecorating?" he panted between fits of laughter, scrubbing tears off his face. "Not one of your better efforts!"

"There's food on the ceiling!" she managed to squeak out as tears started to fall. "I am never, EVER, letting Jonathan have another birthday party!"

DJ