told you so" written on his lips.
"I hate it here!" I screamed at him and charged
up the stairway.
The wind howled around the house and
whistled through it. I thought it might take the roof
off, but at the moment I didn't care. Let the sky fall,
let the rain swell the ocean and wash over this place, I
thought. I embraced myself at the window, watching
the trees bend to the point of breaking. The rain came
down like bullets fired by God. The street was being
pounded. I shuddered and stripped off my blouse.
Then I rushed to the bathroom to get a towel for my
hair.
Moments later, when I emerged, Cary was in
the hallway. He glanced at me before I realized I was
standing there in my bra. I draped the towel around
myself.
"I'm sorry," he said. He looked repentant. "I
shouldn't have left you out there."
"It was my own fault. I didn't listen," I
admitted. "Where's May?"
"She's in her room. Sometimes, it's a blessing to
be deaf," he said. "She can't hear how hard it's raining
and blowing."
"How do you say it's raining?" I asked. He demonstrated. "This means it's raining
hard," he added and showed me. Then he smiled. "Not
the same thing as being out there, huh?"
I relented and smiled. "No."
"Maybe you ain't such a landlubber after all,"
he allowed. He blushed before going to his room. It