Fifty-mile-per-hour gusts blew through the San Fernando Valley. Lights flickered while Vivian ate her dinner of homemade lasagna, peas and baby carrots, a garden salad with Italian dressing, and seasoned garlic bread. Vivian hoped there wouldn’t be a power outage.
As she reasoned with herself, she realized that her actions earlier in the day had been founded on delayed anger. She felt compelled to stand up and fight for what was right, just, and fair. Now she knew how Christine felt.
The window panes rattled and the lights flickered again.