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Jean's RoomIf you haven't read the story, Jean and her son Peter were staying in adjoining ground-floor rooms. We met them in the hall above the water line and invited them to join us in our third-floor room. When the water receded, Peter and I went down to see if we could salvage anything. Jean's room was almost completely cleaned out, except for an iron on the top shelf of her closet. No clothes to use it on, however, and no electricity in any case. |
