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The flooding, thankfully, hadn't touched Doyle's home. It was built just enough above the flood plain that the bottom steps to his porch got washed and that was it.
The schoolhouse, though, hadn't fared so well. It was connected to the church, after all.
The day after the waters receded enough for him to go over, Doyle pulled on some old work clothes, high boots and gloves. For the moment, he stood in the doorway of the school and stared at the damaged tables and benches, not to mention the inch of silt the water had left behind. "Well," he said aloud, not really noticing someone nearby behind him. "I suppose it's not as though I would be having students for a while now, anyway."