Chapter 28: Day 19, Bloody Lip
Tropical storm Edwin drives toward Cuba at sixty miles per hour, dropping sheets of rain into the Atlantic Ocean. His direction swoops and arches northwest, on an unstoppable pursuit to sabotage the Bahamas, Cuba, the Everglades, and ending its tempest in the Gulf of Mexico. Local meteorologists define the storm as circular and wobbling. Its size covers an area of a hundred-and-twenty-three miles, and all agree it will most likely turn into a category three hurricane within the next twenty-four hours.
I hire two Mexicans to board up the bungalow’s windows with plywood. Supervising their work for the day, I study the waves as they ebb up to the shore, rising by the minute. The waves are blue-gray and angry looking, indicating a future tempest of destruction.
