I sniffed. “I’m worried. She’s so much like Yonah, it’s scary”
We were sitting there when it started to drizzle.
“I want to go home,” Lali said. “I don’t like rain.”
“Me neither,” I said. “Let’s go find a roof to sit under.”
We got up, and Lali started walking purposefully. She looked like she knew where she was going, so I just followed her, annoyed at the dripping skies. The road was so long, and I was getting wet. What was Lali doing?
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