« Come here, sugar. Let me get you a towel. »
My granddaughter let me wrap her up, but her eyes stayed on mine. She had Abby’s eyes. Serious in a way an eight-year-old had no business being.
« Grandma, I was thinking. »
« Uh oh. »
She smiled a little. « It’s so HOT. I really wish we could go swimming somewhere. Not the sprinkler. A real pool. »
I hadn’t even heard the screen door.
I opened my mouth to say we couldn’t afford a real beach vacation right now, but then I looked at her face. Sun-flushed. Hopeful. Trying so hard to ask as though it weren’t a big deal.
« Let me see what I can figure out, honey. »
« Really?! »
« Really. Grandma’s gonna work something out. »
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