Page 43 of True Sight

Malcolm:

Aww what a good den mother you are Kolb

Hank:

I saw that this morning after Bailey said something about it. Are you keeping the office open tomorrow?

Can we please divert all work related talk to individual messages? And aren’t you two currently in the same building right now? Get up andgo ask him Hank.

Kolbi:

I’m leaving that decision up to what things look like at the end of the day. If it looks like it’s going to get worse I’ll close the office.

Malcolm:

Maybe we’ll have a storm party at the bar. Hurricanes and Halloween, sounds like a great time to me

Kolbi:

That would constitute as doing something stupid, Malcolm. They’re calling for king tides and heavy flooding. We’re in the peak of hurricane season and while this one isn’t a hurricane, it’s looking like it’s coming in as a tropical storm.

Hank:

Welcome to the Lowcountry in October.

Malcom:

We had a hurricane party here a few years ago, it was fucking wild.

Looks like they’re maybe going to put up roadblocks around downtown in high flooding areas. The mayor is talking like he’s going to shut the city down if it’s as bad as they’re saying it will be.

Hank:

Which means no hurricane party for you, Malcolm.

Kolbi:

If it gets bad, we can all hunker down at mine and Magnolia’s place. I have a generator and a full pantry of supplies in case we lose power or it’s worse than we think.

Malcolm:

Of course you do, you’re practically our mother

Kolbi, would you like to adopt me?

Hank:

Wait, adopt me too! I want to be adopted by Mother Kolbi!

Malcolm:

Wait, hold up, if Hank and Connie are being adopted, so am I!

Kolbi:

You all might be grown ass man children, but I don’t think adopting you idiots is what Magnolia meant when she brought up having kids.

If it gets bad, don’t be idiots and just stay home. Don’t forget, I can see where you all are – don’t be dumb.