The rain had dried up –
every drip, every puddle –
but Hillie couldn't go out
while her room was a muddle.
Mom had been clear, and
her dad had agreed,
"First, clean up
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Aunt Betty's the best!
She knows in the summer
it's hard to find rest
when faced with hot sheets,
hot pillows, hot bed,
no place cool enough
to lay a hot head.
Instead, we escape,
my aunt grabbing the keys,
and hop in her car
to catch a night breeze.
Next stop: the Drive Thru
where we're chilled to our bones
by soft swirls of winter
in tall dripping cones.
A small secret eaten
beneath the moonlight—
oh, how I love ice cream
on a hot summer's night!