They’ve named a hurricane after me, my husband says and he sounds proud. It was only a tropical storm this morning, he adds, but I’m sure it’s a hurricane now.
We Google his atmospheric namesake and learn that tropical storm Erica has already stolen his thunder. Danny is nothing but a “weak and disorganized cyclone with minimal impact.”
Looking disappointed, he suggests we search for my name. We do and meet tropical storm Claire from 1969, a depression.
Weak and disorganized, my husband says. That’s me.
A depression, I say.
We turn the computer off and let the evening wind down.