<div class="floatright">(https://www.frenchentree.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Louise-Bourgoin.jpg)</div><strong>August 5th, 1922</strong><br/><br/>She noticed that both the ladies were highborn. She has only met a few and they were mainly the wives of the many patrons of her university and her mentor. Hopefully, they were more intelligent than the ones she had met. However, the firm handshake from the one called Celeste and the excitement in the eyes of Mattie brought the initial opinions she had of them up a notch.<strong>"I don't like the storm that is coming. It seems to be coming too fast for comfort. Judging by out plane, I do not think it would last if we get caught up in it."</strong><br/><br/>Looking around, she wondered where all the boats are. It was after all a small island and there should be some way of getting on an off it. She liked it less and less. Was the island abandoned and that man Abraham too challenged to realize the predicament or was he just too stubborn to leave.<strong>"I don't like this. Where are the boats? Who does one come and go without one on a small island like this?</strong>" Looking back at the storm, she tries to gauge how long it would take for it to hit the island.