Tires clickety-clack against the pavement, intruding upon the awkward silence of the couple in the car.
“We’re almost home. I’m tired.”
“Me, too.”
“I can’t argue anymore.”
“Let’s not.”
“It’s been a hell-of-a-ride. We’re spoiling all that relaxation from our vacation.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“If you really want to keep our house the same old way it is, I’ll call off the remodeling.”
“Will you? That makes me so happy and… -- Wait! What’s going on? Who are all these people?”
A sympathetic face approaches the waiting car. “So sorry, folks. I’m afraid the storm…your house.... It’s gone.”