Fear
One of my best friends in the world - the only really good thing to come from my time at Oberlin - lives in Houston. Her family lives in Corpus Christi. I've spent hours trying to get through to her. When I finally did this morning, I learned that after trying to leave Houston, spending 12 hours getting about 4 miles along the freeway, she's gone to her Aunt's house and will ride it out with the family there. Her parents have stayed in Corpus.
My girl is right in it, and I can't do anything. She's trying to say it'll be fine, everything's boarded up and there are lots of inside rooms with no windows. Besides, there's nowhere else to go. So Rita's coming, everyone's supposed to be out of Houston, they tried and can't get out. So she's there, and I can't make it stop.
May the gods have mercy on Texas.
My girl is right in it, and I can't do anything. She's trying to say it'll be fine, everything's boarded up and there are lots of inside rooms with no windows. Besides, there's nowhere else to go. So Rita's coming, everyone's supposed to be out of Houston, they tried and can't get out. So she's there, and I can't make it stop.
May the gods have mercy on Texas.