thought giving my granddaughters 1 happy summer day was the least I could do after everything we’d lost. I never imagined it would end with a stranger trying to humiliate me in front of a crowded pool.
The porch boards creaked under my rocker as the afternoon sun bore down on our little patch of yard. Somewhere over the neighbor’s fence, a cicada was doing its best to remind everybody that July had no mercy this year.
