The first round of storms lasted a couple of hours. Frank read to Liam from The Picture of Dorian Gray. He loved reading passages from it over and over again, which was why he kept his copy in the bathroom.
When the rain subsided, Frank knew it was only a short break. “We have a couple of hours,” he said, coming out. “They’ll be hitting off and on all day. If you feel like making lunch, I’ll do some laundry.”
Frank had an old wringer washer outside. The trailer wasn’t big enough to bring it in. There surely wasn’t room for an automatic. He collected an armful of clothes, figuring the impending rain would help to rinse them once he hung them on the line. With the hose running into the machine, once Frank had added some soap, he watched from outside as Liam prepared their meal. He’d put on
