It was hurricane season. There was the ceaseless news of hurricanes coming up from the Gulf Coast. Born-again Christians raved on the radio. There was a hint of disaster. The palm trees were slightly awry in the storm, leaning dangerously toward the old hotel, in the black night.
But the news of the hurricanes only made it more exciting, adding a certain dark gaiety, while the storm lashed against the palms.
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