She'd never heard wind like it. The girl, Lilah, was from a place where the only season meant Santana winds blew, and they blew hard, but not as hard as this wind. The man she was with didn't wake up. He slept on while the day began.
One of the six children they babysat, a little boy, came to their room.
He shook the man's foot to wake him.
Lilah was amazed to see the man she'd marry pull their blanket over his face to hide.
It was up to the Lilah to ask the little boy, "What's wrong, Jake?"
"The wind," Jake said. "Why Uncle hidin? I scared! Want Uncle ta save us!"
"Come here, Jake," said Lilah. "Are the other kids awake? Come here, I'll hold you."
"No, they sleepin 'n' I want Uncle! Willya wake him?"
"Sure, Jake," the girl said, pretending a calm she didn't feel.
"Wesley!" she said, nudging the man next to her. "Wes! What're you doing with the blanket over your head? Wake up! Jake's in our room. And the wind is--it's different than a