If my little sister had been anywhere close to getting over her irrational fear of storms, the tornado that had come through last year had set her back by a decade. I hadn't been here to help NayNay. Mom told me that - by the time she found my little sister - she had been curled up in a fetal position, lying on the floor of her closet. Mom had gotten her up, told her to grab her things, and had herded her down to the basement. Mom said that NayNay clung to her the entire time. The houses a block south of us had been flattened. We only had...