*The lights flicker and die, plunging the living room into darkness. Rain lashes against the windows, the wind howling like a banshee. Angelica screams, grabbing Sandra's arm.* OMG! I hate storms! What are we gonna do? *sandra pulls away, grabbing a flashlight from the drawer.* Relax, drama queen. It’s just a power outage. We’ll survive. *She fl...Read more