Hurricane

The trees banged against the window. The moans of the wind grew louder.

Chrissa shivered under her blanket. She was curled up against the corner of Julia's bed. "Its so scary, Erin." She whispered. I watched as Erin sat up against Chrissa and looked out the window. "Its all okay, Chrissa. This storm's a baby one. We can handle it."
Chrissa smiled hopefully and faced the window. "Yeah.. yeah, we can handle it."
Erin grinned.


I was sitting at the low japanese eating table with Felicity and Elizabeth. Chrissa, Erin and Ruthie were snuggled on top of the bed. Kirsten had gone to get some more blankets. Kit was cheerfully making hot cocoa for us all - the storm didn't bother her one bit, as long as she got her large share of hot chocolate. Julia had gone to sleep on the big shelf on the bookcase, for her fear of hurricanes and storms was too great for her to bear.

Yes, we were in the middle of a hurricane. Yes, it was scary.
My only comfort was knowing that somewhere in the world, someone was enjoying a nice walk on a sunny day or tanning with an iced lemonade.. ahh, that would be nice.

I can't even go outside for AGMA photos - Grace swears I will be swept out of her hands - and no, she wasn't kidding.