Pretty bad, wasn't it ?" "Lightning is always bad, isn't it ?" Lorraine tried to hold her voice steady.

"I don't know much about it.

We don't have thunderstorms to amount to anything, in Los Angeles.

It sometimes does thunder there in the winter, but it is very mild." With hands that trembled she picked the cat off the rail and started toward the house.

"I'll tell dad what you said," she told him, glancing back over her shoulder.