The highway is strangely quiet heading onto the islands, but it’s busy going the other direction, crowded with vehicles stuffed full of possessions and trailers piled high with sofas, mattresses, ATVs, shelves, and store fixtures with tarps tied over the top. Even though the last miles after looping Norfolk are fairly rural, we’ve already passed numerous homes and businesses boarded up with hurricane shutters. I’m starting to feel the insanity of what we’re doing, and living in Michigan, I know nothing about hurricane evacuations. The crazy meter is ringing off the charts in my head. It does this often when my family is involved. “Mom, grab my phone for me.” I take one hand off the wheel and try to reach my purse on the passenger-side floorboard near her feet. “I want to check the weather.” “Not while you’re driving.” “Give me my phone.” “For heaven’s sake, Elizabeth. Have you looked around? What if you get distracted and drive us off into the drink?” She indicates the waters of Currituck Sound below us.
What do You think about The Sea Glass Sisters (2013)?
