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We left in the dark of night.

I was due in less than a week.
   

At the motel in Andalusia we tried not to watch the news.

My water broke at 1:30 that morning.
   

We sped for hours to an unfamiliar midwife.

Her eyes were beautiful but the hazmat shield was distracting.
   

When we arrived at the hospital it was time.

At 3:47 a boy was born.
   

The next morning we turned on the T.V.

The news got worse and worse.

   

It was impossible not to watch.

There were rumors of alligators in the streets.
   

10,000 body bags seemed plausible.

We dodged the flooding but new fears arose.
   

The chaos was hard to fathom.

Send in the guard.
   

It was nice to have a distraction.

Kind people showered us with gifts.
   

He was so tiny at first.

We drove further north to the farm.
   

Convoys of rescue trucks passed in the other direction.

Jobs were offered and declined.
   

We took our hurricane sideshow on the road.

Family and friends were delighted to see us.
   

I'll confess that fall was beautiful.

The dogs enjoyed their vacation.
   

They gypsy life was harder on the cats.

My husband turned into a freak.
   

Violent fantasie ensued.

Somtimes it felt like I had two infants.
   

Bad habits resumed.

We scoured the internet for updates.
   

It was the longest two months of my life.

We drove home at the end of October.
   

We passed a parade of drowned cars.
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The city was strangely peaceful.
   

Mice had moved into the kitchen

Nature claimed the fridge.
   

We attempted to drown our anxieties.

Tanks in the street soon seemed normal.
   

FEMA hauled off our downed trees.

It was months till the phone was restored.
   

We got a new roof before Christmas.

Slowly our friends trickled back.
   

Mardi Gras was amazing.

In spite of it all there's no place like home.
   
       
       
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