The clouds were strange.

I got out and went to the screen door. Jane Lee was standing in it with her eyes cupped toward the sun. "Jane," I said. "It's me. It's us."

She knew that. "Yes, I know. Bull isn't here now. Isn't that a fire or something over there?" We both looked toward the sun.

"you mean the sun?"

"Of course I don't mean the sun- I heard sirens that way. Don't you know a peculiar glow?" It was toward New Orleans; the clouds were strange.