Clare watched, worried, as Charlie took glass after glass. The sirens cut through her worries and calm. Her eyes narrowed, hands fisted with rage. Clare was about to light a cigarette. But the rain forced her to change plans. She folded her arms stiffly, still watching, still. Her shoulders simmered with anger, eyes smoldered with. Clare waited until the sirens moved past. She thought Elongated dark clouds billowed past.