Monique de Guerre wrote:

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We are totally "battened down" as you say. I had a delicious bath of the bubbles, and then we filled the tub with our emergency water. Miss Angleterre is her usual self of the most marvelous efficiency. One feels extremely secure. She has now hard-boiled all the eggs, cooked the forzen food, and made a large thermos of coffee. Batteries, candles (only to be used with much care) water and food are now on hand. Now we are eating the ice cream for dinner, a rather inspired idea of my own. We have not heard from our friends from Louisiane, so we must trust that they have made other arrangements. We grieve for our belle nouvelle Orleans. Miss Angleterre has been singing a song all afternoon. It has the words, "even so, it is well, it is well with my soul." I shall bid you au revoir, and go and ask her to teach me all the words. May le bon Dieu be with you all, mes amis. M. de Guerre

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Well hoooooEeee der Monique.  Dis her be Thibodeaux drivin dis here truck wit Boudreaux passed out from hittin dat jug.  Boudreaux, he get tired drivin in dat traffic wit der people tootin hones an waving at T-Fred in de back with de chicken cages.  So when we stop ta get gas and feed T-Fred dat Boudreaux start hittin de jug. 

Me, I don miss dat turn on de I-59 an was headin to dat Laurel place.  I can't figure how to turn back to dat Jamestown Road shelter.  So we stop at an internet cafe' in a place de man say is East DeBuhee'.  Soundslike nice French town way up here.  Must ta been settled by sum of my Cajun relatives, ya.