it's raining and the baby's in the bath.
i ran all the way here this morning to tell her that it was coming. she didn't believe me. she was making a pie. i was damp with sweat and my dress was sticking a little to my thighs and back. i had on tennis shoes with no socks and my ankles had tiny flecks of brown and red dirt from the long, dry path between our houses. i looked down at my feet when i told her. i didn't understand her words when she asked, "why you bothering me with this nonsense? lord knows it hasn't rained in a month and it sure got no reason to start today." my heart was pounding in my ears and i either couldn't find her words in the noise or i couldn't comprehend her disbelief. i was so certain and i tried to catch my breath.
i washed up and helped her finish with the crust, then put it in the oven and we put the wash up on the line. she's out getting the last of it in right now. it's raining and i'm sitting with the baby in the bath.
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