After the Hurricane
Aug 27, 2020
4 minutes
BY JANE SANDERS, PRAIRIEVILLE, LOUISIANA
ILLUSTRATION BY KIM JOHNSON
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I SQUINTED. WAS THAT a pothole? Turning the wheel, I guided the car around potential danger. It was early, still dark, and the back roads that wind over and around our creeks in Fredericksburg, Virginia, were tricky even in daylight. The children were at home, still asleep, but I was driving to meet my carpool, all of us government workers in Alexandria, about an hour north.
A hurricane had just blown through our area, but apart from getting to work on time, I wasn’t worried. We were fortunate, with no damage to our property, and most of
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