Drafting

It was a stormy, rainey night. The sea thrashed about and the clouds clapped with thunder. India Settle, an old woman, sat in a rocking chair next to her window. She lived near the sea. She was a wealthy woman. Her husband had died only years before and had left her with much fortune. He invested in the stock market and had got a lot of money. When he started to get health problems he took her aside and assured her that his money was going to her. Now here she was, sitting in her mansion on the beach knitting a sweater and staring out the window at the sea. Three knocks at the door shattered her peace.