Old Man Matheson put on his galoshes in the mudroom.
“Are you crazy?” His daughter hovered over him, wringing her hands. “Do you have any idea what it’s like out there?”
“If I let a little bit of weather stop me, I’ll never get any exercise. It’s now or never.” He heaved to his feet.
“A little weather?”
He opened the door, then stopped. The front yard was completely under water.
“That isn’t weather. That’s a hurricane!” His daughter pointed at the rising waters. “Now close the door!”
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