She recalled that day of the typhoon and the sloop crashing on the outer reefs. It penetrated the skin; benumbed the flesh; paralysed the faculties. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. The Father did not know of course about her connection with the Valades. 181 < 22 > MICHELLE’S STORY The week at school was mostly uneventful save Michelle’s enthusiasm and constant ploys for attention.
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