"You didn't invite them in, did you, Sheila?"
Grandfather Jessup clasped my biceps in his feeble grip and searched my face, worry akin to fear darkening his eyes. I patted his liver-stained hand and
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"I'm thirsty and this drought has lasted ten days. Just one raindrop will do," he pleaded.
The next day a storm came. He opened his mouth wide and took it all in. At once, he opened his mouth and sighed.
"I'm drowning."