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“Are you ready to head over to the park?” George asks as he passes through
the living room. He’s carrying two flashlights and a roll of masking tape.
“Yep,” Julia says, and I do a head tilt to show I’m intrigued by the
conversation.
The place where Ivan and Ruby live is called Wildworld Zoological Park and
Sanctuary. But everybody just calls it “the park.”
George works at the park as head groundskeeper, which means I’ve got some
sway. And everyone who’s employed there loves Julia.
“Gimme a minute. I just need to grab my coat,” says George.
“Straight home after that, though, Julia,” says Sara. “Just in case the weather
gets worse. One minute the weatherman’s saying we’re going to have a little
shower. Next minute it’s the storm of the century.”
Julia scratches my head. “I thought Hurricane Gus wasn’t coming till
tomorrow.”
“Sometimes they change course,” says Sara. “They can be unpredictable.”
“You know,” George says with a wink, “in the old days, they only named
hurricanes after women.”
Julia groans. “That is so sexist!”
“It’s not just the wind that I’m worried about on this one,” George says. “It’s
the storm surge that could be a problem. Flooding.”
Julia tries to make me wear her mom’s latest creation, a knitted dog sweater