I almost never sleep through the night. Stella and Jack, and sometimes Caddie, make sure of that. On Sunday, whenever I awoke, I heard the rain pounding the house and the wind roaring. At one point, I awoke to some sort of crashing sound, and I soon drifted off, wondering, "What could that have been?" I got my answer when I got out of bed in the morning and pushed up the shade. Sometime in the night, a birch tree and the backyard fence met on unfriendly terms. Later in the day, Jack went outside to survey the damage.