Socrates and Joy came back to the blanket. Socrates started jumping up and down, mimicking my earlier behavior. “Damn rain!” he yelled. “There goes our picnic!” He stomped back and forth, then stopped in mid-stomp and winked at me, grinning mischievously. Then he dove onto his belly in a puddle of wet leaves and pretended to be swimming. Joy started singing, or laughing — I couldn’t tell which. I just let go then and started rolling around with them in the wet leaves, wrestling with Joy. I particularly enjoyed that part, and I think she did, too. We ran and danced wildly until it was time to
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