Two weeks after the flood, after the water smashed through apartment buildings down the road, after it wrecked the local supermarket and two schools, and carried off cars like bathtub toys, Gretchen Turner sat in a chair on her porch taking advantage of the moment she finally had alone to catch her breath.
The initial trauma from the flood had started to fade. And the rapid-fire questions that people bombarded her with began to slow down.
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