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weather.”
    “Yeah, I was going to talk to Laurie to see if there was anything she wanted me to make sure I grabbed when we leave.”
    “Here she is.” Nevvie handed the phone over to Laurie. Nevvie caught Peggy’s sympathetic gaze.
    Laurie talked to their parents for a few minutes before returning the phone to Nevvie. “Dad wants to talk to you.”
    “Hi, Dad.”
    “So what was Peggy’s surprise?”
    Finally, something to take Nevvie’s mind off the dire situation in Florida. She draped an arm around Laurie’s shoulders and pulled her close. The girl curled up next to her, resting her head in Nevvie’s lap. “Mom’s giving me three guns of Adam’s. Tom’s father,” she clarified.
    “Oh? What are they?”
    “The one she showed me is a Browning 12-gauge, and it’s choked up or something—”
    “Has skeet chokes,” Peggy corrected through her laughter.
    “Oh. Sorry, she says it has skeet chokes.”
    John also laughed. “I knew what you meant. That’s great. You and I will go out skeet shooting when I get up there. No arguments. Got it?”
    Again, it felt weird in a good way having someone parental talking to her like that, with stern concern. For so much of her life, she’d been on her own. “Yes, Dad.”
    “Good. Give Laurie a hug for us. Love you both.”
    Now her eyes pricked with tears of the good kind. “Love you both, too. Good night.” She hung up with them and looked at Peggy. “Can we turn it to the Weather Channel?”
    Nodding, Peggy changed the channel.
    The screen was filled with an infrared looping image of Hurricane Edgar. A highlighted cone starting at the eye spread northeast toward the Tampa Bay area, engulfing the coast from Venice north to Crystal River. Ominously, the dotted line in the center marking the eye’s currently projected path went straight up Tampa Bay.
    “…and this is the worst-case scenario that disaster planners have talked about for years. A monster of a storm, funneling up Tampa Bay and into the downtown area, where the Hillsborough River empties into the bay. Lots of high-rise buildings and low-lying residential districts. MacDill Air Force Base has already begun evacuating aircraft, and both Tampa International and the St. Petersburg-Clearwater International airports have announced they will suspend flights into and out of their airports by late tomorrow. Sarasota Bradenton International…”
    Nevvie let her mind drone out the TV announcer. She couldn’t take her eyes off the horrid cone.
    Just like Katrina.
    Alex had almost talked her into staying in their Chalmette apartment. It was one of the few times she had stood her ground with him. Then when he saw the TV footage of everyone evacuating and heard the warnings, he finally realized it wasn’t a wise move to stay.
    With Katrina, Nevvie hadn’t had much to begin with, but what little she’d had was lost in the storm if it hadn’t been packed into Alex’s shitty Ford Escort station wagon.
    She didn’t want to go there in her memories. She didn’t want to think about Alex.
    And she hated that she hoped he got himself blown away by Edgar.
    “Nevvie?” Laurie asked.
    “Hmm? I’m sorry. What was that you asked?”
    Laurie looked up at her with green eyes the same shade as hers. Almost like looking into a mirror. “Do you really think they’ll all be safe?”
    “Yes, honey. Don’t worry. They’ll be safe with Tommy and Tyler. And we’re safe here.”
    “Nevertheless,” Peggy said, “we’re going to the grocery store tomorrow. Won’t hurt to stock up on some things in case we lose trees across the road and it takes a day or two to get it cleared up.”
    Nevvie watched Andrew reach over and take Peggy’s hand and then he gave it a squeeze. Peggy looked at him with the sweetest smile in the world.
    It made Nevvie’s heart ache in a good way, that these two people, her other mom and dad, had found love together.
    Tyler should write a book about that. But then again, as he’d said