high. Kludge has had three serious floods already this month. With all that concrete, they don’t have much place for runoff to go.”
Alice commented, “Since we’re downstream from Kludge, we bear the consequences of their poor planning.”
“Too many people in Kludge are interested in quick profit at the expense of long term survival,” Joe said.
“What incentive do they have to protect Edison?” Frank asked. “When we feel pain, they don’t say ouch.”
Frank took a quick break to reach in his pocket for a dog biscuit. Harley accepted the biscuit from his outstretched hand and carried it to a small rug. The dog didn’t seem at all nervous about the thunder and wind. Most of the other dogs Clarence knew hid under a bed during thunderstorms.
Still wet, but no longer dripping, Simon and Clarence stood near the big window and looked out at the bamboo lining the river’s edge.
“I’ve never seen the river high enough to reach the park before. Do you think those waves could wipe out the bamboo, Simon?” Frank asked, looking up from the shaving task long enough to glance out the window.
“The bamboo might keep the waves back like a seawall,” Simon said. “But if there’s damage, bamboo