Page 87 of Troubles in Paradise
Huck is taking his boat to Hurricane Hole, where he will secure it with three anchors, strip it of all valuable electronics, then hope for the best. When he pulls into the Hole, he sees Captains Stephen and Kelly of theSinging Dogheading out.
Where are they going? he wonders.
He sees a few boats prepping in the Hole but not nearly as many as he thought he would. He putters over toWhat a Catch!“Where is everyone?” he asks Captain Chris.
“Hurricane watch just turned to warning,” Chris says. “And they’re advising everyone to pull their boats. This storm is going to be a monster, worse than anything we’ve seen. Sustained winds of one fifty or higher.”
Huck swears under his breath. TheMississippican’t handle winds like that. “Where’s theSinging Doggoing?”
“They said the boat will be a goner on land or on sea,” Chris says. “So they’re going to try to outrun it.”
“For the love of Pete,” Huck says. “What are you doing, staying here or trailering up?”
“I was tempted to chance it here,” Chris says. “But now I’m having second thoughts.”
Yes, so is Huck—and the decision needs to be made immediately. He waves to Chris, spins his boat around, and heads back to Cruz Bay.
He calls Irene. “I need to trailer the boat,” he says. “Then I have to shutter my house.” Or should he shutter first, then deal with the boat? No, he can shutter in the dark if need be.
“What can I do to help?” Irene says.
“You and Baker are shuttering Hibiscus?”
“Yes,” Irene says. “I’m making clam chowder, white chicken chili, a Mississippi roast, and your favorite cookies. Ayers is here, and so is Floyd. Phil and Sunny are on their way. Maia is at the school.”
That’s right; Maia begged to be allowed to go to the Gifft Hill gymnasium to assemble and distribute hurricane survival kits, which include gallon jugs of water, flashlights, extra batteries, granola bars, and fudge that some of the mothers made (because who doesn’t need fudge in a hurricane?). All of Maia’s friends are doing it, she said. Plus, she wants tohelp.
“Can you pick up Maia?” Huck asks.
“Already planning on it,” Irene says. “Curfew is at eight. I figure I’ll get her around seven thirty.”
Huck breathes out a “Thank you” and marvels at how much better his life is with Irene Steele in it.
Huck hitches up his trailer and drives down to Chocolate Hole, where the boat is waiting. Getting the boat onto the trailer by himself isn’t something he would do under any but the most dire of circumstances. He should have called Rupert for help but Rupert is all the way out in Coral Bay and Huck doesn’t have time to waste. He has other friends but they all have their own boats to worry about. He considers driving back to Fish Bay to enlist Baker’s help, but again, there’s the issue of time.
There isn’t a dinghy for Huck to borrow so he wades into the water up to his chest in order to climb aboard. The air is as hot and heavy as a blanket; the water feels wonderful. The sky glows an ominous green color. It seems to portend danger. Destruction.
Or maybe that’s all in Huck’s head.
He gets the boat trailered. That ends up being the easy part. The hard part is driving the trailer up Jacob’s Ladder. He has to take it slowly, begging the chipmunks in his truck engine not to die on him yet. Right before he faces the final hill, the steepest, his neighbor Helen comes out of her house holding a covered plate. Helen was LeeAnn’s best friend, a friend since childhood, though Huck has noticed she’s kept her distance since Irene moved in.
“Chicken, beans, rice,” she says. “Make sure you eat.”
“Thank you,” Huck says. “I will.”
But there’s no time just then. He gets the boat to the house, unhitches the trailer, secures the boat, and hopes like hell it doesn’t go flying and end up through the roof of his house. It’s getting dark. He’s shuttering the house when his phone rings. Irene.
“I ate,” he says. “Helen fed me.” This is a lie—the plate is on the counter, untouched—but he assumes Irene is calling to check on him.
“Huck,” she says. Her voice is an urgent whisper.
“What is it?” Hecannotgo back to Lovango to pick up Cash. Cash is stuck over there, sorry, unless he wants to swim.
Irene says something in such a low voice, Huck can’t hear it. “I’m sorry, AC, what?” He realizes he sounds a little impatient. It’s all fine for her to be making her white chicken chili and Mississippi roast, whatever the hellthatis, but Huck has serious tasks to complete and he’s racing against the clock.
There’s a pause, then a noise—a door closing—and she says, “Ayers is in labor.”
Well, she’s going to have to wait,he thinks. “What kind of labor are we talking about?”
