Watermelon Weather Daisy Bennett addressed her family over the morning grapefruit. “All this,” she waved her hand gracefully, wearily, “is a far, far cry.”
Everybody stopped eating and looked at her expectantly. Her husband groaned and then winked at the children, including them in.
“A far cry from what?” he said.
“From where I was last night.” Daisy toyed with the grapefruit, then pushed it away. She sipped her coffee, looking pensively out the window at the lawn that needed mowing.
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