Chris texted me five days before the edge of the storm reached Jamaica. ‘Hurricane Melissa is coming. Can you spot me £50 to stack up on some food please?’ I checked projections from the US National Hurricane Centre, hoping the storm would blow further west. The hurricane approached slowly. It paused, lingered, crawled. I texted friends to ask if they were prepared. I told them to stay safe. It was magical thinking, like saying ‘have a safe flight.’
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