“Next! On… I SHOULDN’T… be alive…”
Mom kept the AC running, but it was only in her room. A series of fans supplied the assumption that it would spread throughout the house, but today was hot, and Sis and I were both half naked, spread on either sides of the plush floral couch. We had complained about the heat and each been given wet wash cloths. I was chewing on mine.
Bugs thumped their last lazy bits of life trying to push through the glass of a closed window.
I wasn’t allowed to open it.
That would let the air out.
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