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Jackie-Joyce, in her bathing suit, knocks at the door, and I let her in.
“Jackie-Joyce has her suit on, Mamma,” I say. “May I wear mine, too?”
I hold my breath, waiting.
A breeze blows the thin curtains into the kitchen, then sucks them back against the screen again.
“Is there thunder?” Mamma asks. “No thunder,” I say. “Is there lightning?” Mamma asks.
“No lightning,” Jackie-Joyce says. “You stay where I can find you,” Mamma says. “We will,” I say. “Go on then,” Mamma says, lifting the glass to her lips to take a sip.
“Come on, rain!” I cheer, peeling out of my clothes and into my suit, while Jackie-Joyce runs to get Liz and Rosemary.
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