Aunt Fran and I sat on the porch swing, waiting for a breeze to cool our faces.
"We're in for another storm," Aunt Fran said.
"I hate it here," I said. "Either it's raining, or it's about to rain. I can' even swim in the ocean and cool off.”
"I hate it here, too." Aunt Fran fanned herself with the sports section of the newspape……