Sugar Doll's Hurricane Blues
“She had managed to get all of the photo albums into two large pillowcases. She had one garbage bag filled with warm, dry clothes. This was the poor man’s suitcase. Big Ma had a bag filled with canned food, water, her strongbox and her medications all in clear sandwich baggies. They had tried to reach Bertrand in vain. The pastor of Big Ma’s church had come by in his loaded van to try to squeeze them in but there was not enough room for them both. The pastor said that he would tell the sheriff to come by the house and escort them both to a storm shelter.
There were buses in Belle Chasse which were taking people to New Orleans or to Baton Rouge. Sugar Doll felt afraid, “Pastor Han, you know Big Ma is ill and I really don’t want her going to some shelter. Would you please take her with you and I will pay whatever it costs at a hotel.” She asked pleadingly. A bright streak of lightening flashed across the sky. The storm was getting worse. The rain outside came down on the tin roof like bullets.
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