“Please stay with me awhile,” I said. “I have to wait for the rain. The fire man only worked in the rain.”
Wynn smiled. “Just for a while,” she said.
“Sit beside me, then. Let me see you. The sun is too bright to see all your features.”
She shook her head solemnly, like a little girl. “I can’t. You know that.”
I sighed. “I know that. Then just stand there and talk with me. It’s been a terrible summer and I need some light.”
The same wistful smile stayed on her face, and she said nothing.
I nodded. This was how it would be.
Excerpt from the forthcoming novel A Very Tall Summer
