I got home from London just in time to avoid a jeezly great thunderstorm that just rolled into town, darkening the sky like dusk and thrashing the trees about.
The MasterCard people don’t make a nickel on me; I haven’t paid interest on that account since Edmund went to Afghanistan. I still feel a bit weird using a credit card for major expenses like tuition but, like your sister, I read the small print in the bank paperwork and did the arithmetic.
Ah, there’s the first crack of thunder and its accompanying bolt of lightning. The rain is coming in at a good 45° angle and — oh, look! The power just went out.