hey named the hurricane Brendan.

Unpredictable as these storms often were, Brendan was changing course and weakening one day, gaining strength the next, causing havoc for weathermen and rattling the nerves of everyone living on the eastern coast. On the Isle of Palms, the weather was still clear but there was a new heaviness in the air, thick and expectant. Cara had spent hours waiting in long lines to buy sheets of plywood, nails, batteries, bottled water and other emergency supplies and provisions. Just in case, she told herself. Long lines of cars bearing license plates from North Carolina, Ohio, New Jersey, Illinois and other states were crawling across the connector back to the mainland.

“At least he’s still a category one,” Emmi said between pants as she helped carry a sheet of plywood to the front porch of Lovie’s house.

“But a category one is still seventy-four-miles-per-hour winds,” answered Cara, struggling with the other side of the wood. The rough edges were digging into her palms. “If it hits at high tide, we’ll get flooding.” She grunted as they reached the top step. “There’s a reason they call these the barrier islands, don’t forget.”

“I know, I know. I hate this!”

“It’s the price you pay for living in paradise, kiddo.”

“What’s the latest report? I heard at the hardware store that it’s going to go out to sea.”

“Mama and Toy are listening to the radio for updates.”

They set the heavy piece of wood down while they gathered their own strength.

“This is the last window, thank God,” Cara said, stretching her arms.

“What about the side windows?”

“We’ll just close the wooden shutters at the last minute. Otherwise it would be like living in a coffin.” Cara shuddered at the unfortunate image and looked out at the ocean for the hundredth time that day. Everything out there in the distance looked serene but a dingy gray. It was deceiving. No matter what the weather reports said, she could feel the coming storm in her bones. It was nothing she could identify, not the temperature, the wind or the humidity. It was more a heaviness in her chest that she couldn’t shake and made it hard to breathe. And it was the quiet of the birds. Even the insects were silent. The stillness was eerie.

She shook off her wariness and focused her attention on the tasks at hand. There was too much to do to dawdle. “Rest time is over. Alley-oop!” she said, grabbing hold of the sides of the plywood again.

“Why are we doing all this work now?” Emmi complained as she investigated a long white scratch down her arm. “If it misses us, we’ll just have to take it all down.”

“Consider it insurance. If this is what it takes to strike a bargain with the gods, it’s worth it. Come on, now. Just one more. Lift on the count of three. One…two…three.” They hoisted the plywood over the front window, their muscles straining while Cara moved quickly to hammer nails into the corners. She slumped against it when she was finished. “There, that’s it. The last one. We’re done.”

Cara lowered the hammer but could still hear hammering throughout the neighborhood. Many people had hurricane shutters these days, but the die-hards still relied on plywood and taped windows to get them through such storms.

“You would pick a time like this to break up with Brett,” Emmi said, bent over with her hands on her knees, catching her breath. “We sure could’ve used his muscles now.”

“He called and offered to help.”

“And you turned him down? Again? Girl, you really are nuts.”

“I didn’t. Mama did. He talked to her.”

“Oh. I see.”

“We couldn’t very well have him come over here to do work after I’d just refused his marriage proposal. That wouldn’t have been right.”

“I suppose not.”

“Besides, he’s got his own worries. He has to batten down the hatches and take his boats out to safe water. He’s already long gone.”

Even as she said the words, she heard the double entendre. She cast a quick glance at Emmi, whose expression told her she understood all.

Cara walked over to retrieve the two glasses of iced sweet tea, as much to cover her discomfort as to quench her thirst. Toy had set out glasses, ice and even little sprigs of fresh mint. Cara smiled at seeing it. Toy was becoming a mini-Lovie, she thought as she carried the glasses back and took a seat beside Emmi on the front steps.

“Drink up.”

“Thanks.” Emmi took a long swallow. “Mmm,” she said with relish. “Nothing like sweet tea.”

Cara drank thirstily. The tea was as thick as syrup and so sweet it made her teeth hurt. But on a hot day, when she was working hard, Southern sweet tea packed a punch.

Emmi turned to look at Cara and her eyes were shrewd. “You okay about all this?”

“I think so. We’ve got all the windows done. Emergency supplies and medical records are packed. And Mama’s putting all her photograph albums and important papers in a plastic bin to take with us.”

“I’m not talking about the hurricane, you idiot! I’m talking about you and Brett.”

“Oh.” She frowned and rested her elbows on her knees. “Well, there isn’t a me and Brett anymore, is there?”

“That’s nuts. Anyone can see the two of you are crazy for each other.”

Cara only stared down at her sweet tea and stirred the ice with her finger.

“Lordy, your mama must be going bonkers that you said no to a marriage proposal.”

“It’s weird. I expected a long lecture on the horrors of spinsterhood but she hasn’t said a word. Not a whisper.”

“Really?”

Cara thought about this a moment then said, “Wouldn’t it be just my luck to have finally reached an understanding with my mother right before she dies?”

They looked at each other and smiled.

“Better before she dies than not at all,” Emmi said.

Cara swallowed hard. “I’ll miss her terribly.”

“And you’ll miss Brett,” Emmi said with feeling. “Sugar, why are you doing this to yourself? You shut yourself off from any chance at happiness.”

“How come everyone thinks the only way for a woman to find happiness is to wear white and walk down a church aisle? I just feel that I don’t want to get married. Maybe I’m afraid to give up everything I know. Maybe if I’d met him at thirty instead of forty I’d be more malleable, more open to change. Maybe…it’s just too late.”

“For heaven’s sake, we’re not dinosaurs, you know. Forty is still young. Women are having babies at forty all the time.”

“Oh, please, let’s not start talking children. That will really put me over the top.”

“You don’t want children? Not ever?”

“It’s funny but I’ve really never thought about it much before this summer. But now that I have, no. I don’t think so. Don’t get me wrong, I love children. I absolutely adore Linnea and Cooper. But I just don’t have this need to have any of my own.”

“Really?” Emmi thought about this a moment. “Well, just because you don’t want children doesn’t mean you can’t get married.”

“Brett might want children.”

“Have you talked to him about this?”

“No.”

“Well?” Emmi said, with a tone that said, why not?

“There’s no point talking about children when I don’t even want to get married, is there? Besides, having children is not the main issue. I have a career. A home in Chicago. A life I’m used to.”

“It sounds like you’ve got that answer down pat.”

“I’m just not cut out for marriage.”

“What have you got against marriage? Your mother and father were married for umpteeump years.”

Cara closed her eyes. She and Emmi had grown closer over the summer and Emmi had been candid about her own troubles with Tom. They weren’t children anymore snickering over kisses. They were women with adult issues. She couldn’t see the point of keeping her history a secret any longer. When she opened her eyes again, she gave Emmi a knowing look.

“I hate to break it to you like this, but my parents’ marriage is one of the reasons I don’t believe in the institution.”

“What do you mean? They were the happiest couple around.”

“It was a farce. All for show. They made each other miserable.”

“Come on. True?” she asked, shocked. When Cara nodded, Emmi stared back, her mouth agape. “And you’re only telling me now?”

“I wanted to tell you, lots of times. But loyalty in the family meant not talking outside the family about such things.” She took another sip of tea, trying to decide how much she dared reveal. “I don’t know if they were always unhappy. I don’t have any memories of them fighting when I was little. They seemed pretty Ozzie and Harriet then. But about the time we became pals, back when we started spending whole summers at the beach house, things began to change. Daddy never came here anymore and he started being cold to my mother. He didn’t listen to her and he spoke sharply to her, as if he were angry or even disgusted. Then the abuse started.”

“No! I don’t believe you. Not your parents.”

Cara spoke these things aloud for the first time, needing to get it out, to tell someone she trusted before she burst with it. “It wasn’t physical abuse. It was more insidious. He broke her spirit. He was always implying that she was stupid or slow, especially about money. Not just her, but the whole female sex. That was his stance. Men were dominant and women were born to serve. Can you believe it? Whenever she ventured an opinion, he mocked her. Or he blew up if she said something ‘wrong.’ Finally she just stopped talking much at all.”

“But she’s so open and lively.”

“Only here at the beach house. You didn’t see her when my father was around. She was like a different person. I didn’t know it then, but he began a campaign to take all her money and property away with the excuse that business was a man’s work, that kind of crap. And he was so cheap with her, doling out small amounts of money, always forcing her to have to ask him for more. He was so controlling. And he’d do weird things like check the gas gauge on the car, or the odometer to see how far she’d traveled.”

“I hate to say it, but that’s the kind of thing someone does when they suspect their spouse is having an affair. I should know.”

“Mama? An affair? Aside from being too ridiculous to consider, how could she have had one? She never left the house unless it was for some social or charity event that Daddy approved of. No one would ever think Olivia Rutledge was isolated. She had parties and guests in the house all the time and she was very active in the community. But it was always to serve his needs. She didn’t have any real friends, except for Flo. Not even her daughter.” Cara paused for a moment as she had a small epiphany.

“My God, I just realized how alike we are. I don’t have any real friends, either, back in Chicago. It’s like I deliberately isolated myself with my work.”

“Why?”

“Haven’t a clue. I’m sure a psychotherapist will have a field day with it someday.”

Emmi was still working this out. “But why did she put up with it? Your mom’s a sweetheart and all, but I never thought of her as weak.”

“That’s the million-dollar question. It couldn’t have been easy. As Daddy got older, he became a mean old man. His threats weren’t so subtle anymore. Especially when he started drinking. We could hear him yelling at her downstairs, calling her all sorts of vile names. And he’d accidentally, on purpose, break something she loved. Oh, nothing too dear. More like a piece of Chinese export porcelain or a teacup, always something from her side of the family. All those years I thought she put up with it because she loved him. And now she tells me that she hated him all that time.”

“I don’t believe it,” Emmi said again.

“Believe it.”

Emmi leaned far back against the porch. “Well, there goes another role model down the drain. Whenever things got rough between me and Tom, I used to think of your parents. I thought they had the ideal marriage. It just goes to show you never really know what goes on behind closed doors. Makes my problems with Tom seem pretty small.”

“Infidelity is hardly a small problem. You should talk to him before you lose what you have together.”

“Look who’s talking! You’re giving up what you have with Brett because you’re both too stubborn to pick up the phone.”

“It’s not at all the same. We don’t have a commitment to each other like you and Tom do.”

“Commitment? He’s fooling around. What kind of a commitment is that?”

“You’re married. You said vows. You have children together. You grew up together. Those are the ties that bind.”

Emmi looked at her hands and fiddled with her wedding band.

“Maybe that’s what I like about being single,” Cara said. “No ties. I’m free to walk whenever I want.” She paused, staring out as another thought hit hard. “Shit,” she muttered.

“Let me guess,” Emmi replied. “You’re thinking that you don’t want to get married so you won’t get stuck like your mother did. Right?”

Cara’s silence spoke for her.

“Honey, if anybody needs to start talking, it’s you and Lovie. You’ve got a lot of history to mine through. And you better be quick about it.”

The humidity was thick and the flies were biting. Cara swatted a pesky fly away. “I don’t want to upset her. Not now.”

“This isn’t about upsetting your mother! You need to think of yourself for a change.”

“I don’t want to be selfish at a time like this.”

“It’s not selfish. It’s time to put yourself at the top of that to do list you’re always making! You’ve given everything to your job. Now you’re giving everything to your mother. When are you going to take a minute to stop and look at what you need to give to yourself? Something’s askew here and if you keep up that I-don’t-want-to-talk-about-it stance it’ll never get straightened out. Talk to your mother, for both your sakes. And when you finish with her, go talk to Brett.”

Cara raked her damp hair and took deep breaths. “I can’t breathe. It’s this storm coming. The air’s so thick!”

“It’s anxiety. Been there, done that.”

“Oh, Emmi,” she said, leaning against her broad shoulder, feeling better just at the touch of her sweaty T-shirt. “What would I do without you?”

Emmi sighed. “Sugar, I have to admit, I don’t know what I’d have done without you this summer, either. Sitting at the nests at night and talking to you about my mess with Tom helped me a lot. I couldn’t talk to anyone else.” She smirked. “You aren’t the only one with that loyalty thing.” She grew suddenly serious again. “Having a secret like mine and no one to talk to can be isolating, too.”

They looked at each other, understanding. Each felt the bond between them strongly.

“You know, you’re the sister I never had,” Emmi said.

“Me, too.” Then Cara laughed lightly. “But Palmer would warn you off.”

“Palmer…” Emmi said with a commiserating smirk. Having lived three doors down from him every summer, Emmi knew Palmer as well as anyone.

They both laughed, breaking the tension.

Cara put down her glass, stood and walked to the porch’s edge. “Let the storm come!” she shouted to the sea. “We’ve got each other to get through.” Grinning, she turned back to look at her friend.

Emmi made one of those half-grimace, half-smile faces that made Cara think, Uh-oh.

“I’ve been waiting to tell you this,” Emmi said. “I’ve decided to pack up and head back to Atlanta right away. Before the storm hits.”

Cara felt like she’d just been knocked over by a category four. “You’re leaving? For the season? But I thought you’d decided to stay till after Thanksgiving.”

“Tom called last night. He finished the job in Peru ahead of schedule and is coming home in two weeks. He sounded real excited, too, like he couldn’t wait to see me.” She shook her head and shot off a self-deprecating laugh. “I felt as giddy as a schoolgirl.”

Cara stared back at her, speechless.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, Cara,” she said in a groan. “I talk a good game about leaving Tom, but the truth is, I never will. We’ve been together for twenty years and most of those were good ones.”

“What about the other women?”

Emmi avoided her questioning stare.

“You can’t keep looking the other way.”

“No, I can’t,” she said soberly. “You helped pull my head out of the sand. No more hiding. Tom and I will have to talk when he gets back.”

“Will you?”

She looked pained. “Try to understand, Cara. Tom isn’t just a summer fling for me. He’s the whole year, every year, forever and ever. He’s my husband. We took vows. Like you said, we have a commitment. I love him too much to let go. And after being alone all summer, I’ve decided I’d rather suffer with him than suffer without him. I’m not like you. Even when we were kids, I had to work hard just to keep up with you. Deep down, you’re stronger than I am. I’m not cut out for being alone.”

Cara stared at her best friend. Everyone was leaving her. Letting go and moving on to a husband, job, baby, even death. This glorious summer was truly over. It was all too sad. “I’ll miss you.”

Emmi’s expression changed and Cara could see remorse at leaving her childhood friend behind to face the storm. When Emmi hugged her in her warm, motherly-sisterly arms, Cara didn’t want to be alone any longer. She held on tight.

“I’ll be back at Thanksgiving. I promise,” Emmi said in her ear. “You’d better be here, too. Dinner at my house. Three o’clock sharp. No excuses.”

“I’ll be there,” she whispered back.

Then, pulling away, she wiped her eyes and looked out again at the narrow line of clouds gathering at the horizon. Cara looked at Emmi and they shared a knowing glance, one that all islanders shared at just such a moment.

“Provided we have houses to come back to.”

That evening, Toy stood on the porch and, like most people along the coast, looked out at the sea. The sunset backlit the storm front. Eerie, hallucinatory blue clouds stretched ominously over the water in layers with thin, fiery, red-orange clouds. The tapered edges streaked across the sky like fingers grasping out at the island. She shuddered. Everything seemed all out of proportion.

Toy took deep breaths and stroked small circles over her belly. Her mind was whirling faster than the hurricane. She’d run out of time. She had to make a decision. Tonight. Darryl had called the house frantic, yelling over the phone how a big mother hurricane was coming straight for Charleston and how the guys in the band had decided to head out before the storm hit.

“Those fuckers don’t care about nobody but themselves. But I’m not like that. I care about you and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you stay out there for one more minute, hear? I want you off that fucking island. There’s a goddamn hurricane on its way! So you just pack up your things. I’m coming out to get you and we’ll just see if some old lady is going to stop us.”

Toy breathed deeply, feeling another twinge shoot straight down from her sternum to her uterus. The humidity was as thick as a wet blanket and she could really feel the pressure pressing hard. Her due date was in two more days but this storm system was having an effect on her baby. The little guy hadn’t moved around much today and she felt like a bowling ball was lying between her legs. Or maybe it was just her nerves, she told herself. Oh, God, what if she had her baby in the car?

She could feel the tears welling up for the millionth time since Darryl had called. She had to go with him. She had no one left but Darryl. He was the father of her baby and she had to at least try to give him a chance, even if she didn’t love him anymore. She was going to try with him the way Miss Lovie had tried with her. Besides, she didn’t have no choice. Any choice, she corrected herself.

Across the porch she could see slivers of light escaping the edge of plywood covering Miss Lovie’s bedroom window. Walking over, she put her ear against the wood. Lovie and Cara were watching the weather forecasts on TV. The weatherman was talking on and on like he’d been doing all day about Hurricane Brendan. It was upgraded to a category two hurricane and was currently hammering the Bahamas. His voice was high and staccato and it made her jumpy just to hear it. But she got really scared when she heard Cara say with alarm to Miss Lovie, “They’ve issued a hurricane warning now for Charleston County. Wait. Damn, they’re calling for a mandatory evacuation of all the barrier islands.”

“There’s no need for panic. We have plenty of time,” she heard Miss Lovie say. Her voice was real calm compared to Cara’s and the weatherman’s.

“We’d better go first thing tomorrow morning,” said Cara.

Toy stepped back. So, that’s what Darryl was so freaked about, she thought, crossing her arms in a protective gesture over her baby. She was so afraid. For herself, for her baby, for Miss Lovie and for Cara. She wanted to go inside the house, to join them on Miss Lovie’s bed and hear them tell her that they were all leaving together. That everything was going to be okay.

But there’d be no more talking between them. No more yakking over morning coffee or giggling at night out on the porch. No more Miss Lovie gently correcting her speech or Cara helping with her studies. They had a way of teaching her things in a real nice way that always made her feel good about herself, not stupid. Toy laid her hand upon the wood and leaned forward.

“Goodbye, Miss Lovie,” she whispered. “Goodbye, Caretta Caretta.”

She wished more than anything that she could say the words to them in person. To thank them and say goodbye the way real families did.

But, of course, she couldn’t do that. They weren’t really a family. They wouldn’t understand why she had to go with Darryl to make a family of her own.

Toy walked quietly over to pick up her suitcase. Then, grabbing hold of the railing, she walked slowly down the stairs to the roadside where she set the load down and waited. The wind was really picking up. The palm leaves were clicking like castanets and she could smell rain coming in from the ocean. Somewhere out there the roaring of the surf was loud and threatening. She shifted from one foot to the next, feeling so nervous she had to pee. She didn’t wait long. She spotted headlights piercing the misty gray, then recognized Darryl’s white Mustang. She waved. He slowed to a stop beside her and stuck his head out of the window.

“Hop in. I want to get the hell outta here.” His eyes looked out toward the pounding surf. “Shit. Look at that monster out there,” he said with a jerk of his head. He took a long drag on his cigarette and his eyes narrowed over the curl of smoke. “It’s just lying there like a growling dog, waitin’ to pounce. Come on, babe, hurry up.”

Toy tugged open the rusty door with a yank, lifted her suitcase and, with a shove, pushed it up onto the back seat. She slammed the door shut, cringing when it creaked loudly. Worried that someone might have heard, she hurried around the front of the car and clumsily slid into the front seat beside him.

“You’re as big as a house,” Darryl said with a quick glance her way.

Toy didn’t say anything, didn’t even ask him to put out the cigarette that was making her queasy. Silently, she turned to look out the back window for a final glimpse of the little yellow beach house on the dune. Inside she knew she’d left the kitchen all orderly and sparkly and the floors vacuumed. She’d carefully wrapped up all the china that she’d enjoyed using so much and stored it in the closets with Miss Lovie’s favorite vases and pictures. And on her neatly made bed she’d left a note for Cara and Miss Lovie.

As they pulled away, she felt the finality of her decision. The beach house, where she’d been so happy, was all boarded up and shuttered. Closed to her forever.

Hatchlings are two inches long when they emerge from the nest. Adults weigh in at 250-400 pounds and the shell length can measure more than three feet in length. It takes 20-30 years for them to mature and reproduce but no one knows for certain how long they live. It could be as long as 100 years.