Friday, August 6, 2010

Chapter 12; Part 2 - Visitors

The first thing Dad asks every year when I arrive is, “What was the weather when you left?”

“I don’t know, Dad. It was cold,” I say.

“How cold?”

“I don’t know. Very cold.”

“Was there snow on the ground?” Dad asks.

“No, no snow.”

“How about ice?”

“No, no ice either,” I reply.

“You know it’s in the seventies here.”

“Yes, Dad, I can feel that.”

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