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Maya spun the mango on the table. “It’s spinning!”
Maya first heard it from her grandmother, who was hanging a special, heavy plastic cover over the window. “Granny,” Maya asked, tugging at her skirt. “Is the hurricane season a big animal that lives in the sea?”
Uncle Kai’s face grew soft and serious. “It feels like the sky is angry, but it’s not. It’s just the ocean trying to let out a breath it’s been holding all summer. The rain comes sideways, the wind screams like a train, and the sea rises up and walks onto the land. That’s the worst part—the storm surge. The giant’s hand pushing water where it doesn’t belong.”
Her grandmother chuckled, her hands working the buckles. “Not an animal, little star. It’s more like… a mood of the ocean.”
