I enticed Shea to run, sprint really, in hopes of beating the storm. Now, so far, everyone I have met in Cleveland has been extremely kind and friendly, from actual friends to random people passed on the street. As we ran frantically, I passed a few people simply going to and from their cars and houses. They simply laughed a friendly laugh and told me I better hurry. What happened to the day when friendly neighbors offer some sort of shelter.
Anyways, I began to worry as Jeff's plane was due into the Cleveland airport in about an hour. I knew he was already in the air. These skies were not looking good and I could definitely see them taking down a boeing 787. What would I do? I can't lose my husband. He's got a lot of living left to do. After pondering it for a moment, I decided that the pilot would be smart enough not to try to land through a bad storm. Right? Well, I was convinced. He could simply fly the plane to Detroit or Cincinnati, or Chicago if he needed to. That might mean I don't see Jeff tonight, but he'd be alive. A small price to pay.
Then, I started thinking about Shea and I, exposed to the elements with no protection. Lightening could strike me dead. My mind shot to Jeff again. I would leave him a widower at 30. I didn't want to be depressed so I put a positive spin on it. Jeff's a trooper. A handsome one at that. I'm sure he would find someone, someone better than me probably. Someone who ranks higher than a 6.5 on the Jennifer Love Hewitt scale of beauty. Someone who actually has a sense of humor. Someone who can cook something more than eggs. Ehhh, me getting struck by lightening may be the best thing that could possibly happen to Jeff! If I had a baseball bat, I would have held it up in the air and tried for him. But, I didn't.
So, I was just a soggy mess!
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