« 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. »
« Let me see what I can figure out. »
Dolly threw her damp little arms around my waist and ran back to the sprinkler before I could take it back.
I stood there in the kitchen, counting quarters in my head, already knowing I’d find a way.
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