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Crystal was sleeping on her bed under a window, and a ball of fire blew<br />
in just above her head, scorching her pillow and nearly setting her hair<br />
aflame. We quickly evacuated her, rushing her over to the Flemings’ house.<br />
To make matters more dire, Mick was away that day and his water pump<br />
broken.<br />
The fire was out of control. We grew increasingly horrified, running to<br />
each new flame and futilely trying to exert control over its fiery appetite.<br />
The wild coconut palm fronds were transformed into twenty-foot flaming<br />
projectiles. We were encircled, and for a moment Greg and I stood<br />
paralyzed <strong>with</strong> fear and indecision. How could we quench the hungry<br />
inferno <strong>with</strong> only fifty gallons of water on reserve in a drum and a useless<br />
river pump too weak to lure the water up a hundred-foot hillside?<br />
Orlando showed no interest in helping us put out the fire. As if nothing<br />
was going on, he nonchalantly asked for a lift to town. Although Greg<br />
spoke no Spanish at the time, Orlando had to have understood Greg’s angry<br />
shouting. “You crazy son of a bitch! You started this fire and now you want<br />
a ride to town while everything we own is going up in flames?” Greg<br />
screamed over the sounds of crackling brush, his fists waving wildly in the<br />
air. “Get out of my sight before I kill you <strong>with</strong> my bare hands!”<br />
Orlando strolled off <strong>with</strong> his two days’ pay already stuffed in his<br />
pockets. By this time I was totally panicked. Sparks were settling on the<br />
delicate, flammable thatches, and if either roof caught fire, the battle was<br />
over. I had seen a thatch house burn up in Mexico. Once the roof was in<br />
flames, the family lost the house and everything inside <strong>with</strong>in ten minutes,<br />
including a sleeping baby.<br />
I began losing hope and started yelling frantically at Greg. He was also<br />
panicking but pulled himself together, calling on ten years’ experience as a<br />
paramedic <strong>with</strong> the Chicago Fire Department.<br />
He shoved a rake into my hands and told me to start raking out a fire<br />
line just beyond the circle of flames. It seemed futile, since the circle was<br />
eating up more inches of brush as the seconds ticked by. He started the<br />
water pump and quickly began sucking the fifty gallons of water into a<br />
hose, which he aimed at the thatch roofs.<br />
“The flames are too big,” I screamed. “They’re passing right over the<br />
fire line.”<br />
“Don’t you think I learned something about fighting fires after ten years<br />
of rescuing people? Just do as I say, Rose, or we’re going to lose