“Thunder Cake?” I stammered as I hugged
her even closer.
“Don’t pay attention to that old thunder, except to see how close the storm is
getting. When you see the lightening, start counting…real slow. When you hear
the thunder, stop counting. That number is how many miles away the storm is.
Understand?” she asked. “We need to know how far away the storm is, so we have
time to make the cake and get it into the oven before the storm comes, or it
won’t be real Thunder Cake.”