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of Gibbs’s neck and shoulders, in the gleam of his large eyes, saw everything that a boy like this could become to his daughter. Bloody hell, he thought.
    That weekend, Hurricane Flora caused twelve million dollars in damage and killed a dozen people on the island. Covey was forbidden to see Gibbs, and she and Bunny were grounded for a month, swim club included. But Covey was already in love with Gibbs, and Bunny was already in love with Covey, and they were too young, still, to imagine that anything could keep them away from one another for very long.

Burning
     
    A year after the big storm, Covey was pulled out of her sleep by the sound of someone banging on the front door of the house and shouting Lin! Lin! She stepped out into the hallway in time to see her father shoving his feet into his sandals and dashing through the door.
    Covey followed her pa outside as he hurried down the driveway, brushing past the bougainvillea and out into the street. At the end of the road lay the small cluster of businesses that included one of his stores. In the daytime, Covey would have been able to see the intersection in the distance, but now there was only an orange glow against the night sky.
    “Go home, Covey!” her father said when he saw her. “Go on, and lock the doors behind you.” The thought of locking the doors to their home came as a shock. It was something that Covey, at seventeen, had never done. Not even with the political business farther up the coast, the killings the previous year. There had never been any need.
    “But, Pa,” Covey said, coughing. A hint of smoke scraped at her throat. Her father put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around.
    “Don’t talk back to me,” he said, “just go on. And look at you. In your night clothes, no less. Go cover yourself up.”
    Covey ran back to the house, keeping her arms folded over her pajama top to cover the bounce of her breasts. Before leaving, she’d seenenough to understand that her father’s stores were probably burning along with other businesses on that stretch of road. Just as Covey turned into her front yard, two women passed her on the street. One of them was saying that a chiney shopkeeper had roughed up one of his workers, that’s why somebody had set fire to the shops.
    “The woman asked for her wages and ’im mash up her face, ” she said.
    The other woman kissed her teeth.
    Chiney? They didn’t mean Covey’s father, did they? Most of the stores in the parish were owned by Chinese islanders, so Covey supposed it could have been any one of them. But not her pa. Everyone knew her father was prone to the gambling and drinking. But beating up an employee? That didn’t sound like Johnny “Lin” Lyncook. Her pa? Her father had pulled a belt strap on her once but he hadn’t actually hit her. He’d seemed so certain that the menace of it would be enough. His bark had always been greater than his bite.
    As Covey reached the house, she saw Gibbs and his father running toward the fire. Gibbs hurried across the street to her.
    “Gibbs!” his father yelled, pointing at the fire. Gibbs’s father had opened a shop with his wife’s cousin and he looked worried.
    “I’m sorry, my father…,” Gibbs said.
    “I know, I know.”
    “Can you meet me tomorrow?” Gibbs said. “Try to meet me. The usual place.”
    Covey nodded, tears building up in her eyes as she opened the gate to her house. But she didn’t have to wait until the next day. An hour later, Gibbs was back, rapping a stone against the gate until Covey looked out the window and ran out to let him in. Holding hands, they ran through the side garden to the back of the house.
    “You mustn’t let my father see you.”
    “I don’t think your father is coming back anytime soon, Covey.”
    Covey felt her body go heavy. She rested her head on Gibbs’s shoulder. “And your dad?”
    “He’s all right, the store’s all right, he’s just helping out.”
    They fell silent, kissing and