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JESSICA
“Daddy, I think I made a big mistake.” A flicker of apprehension coursed through me as I spoke to him on the phone.
“Where are you, kitten?” He asked indulgently.
“Um, I’m calling from the store at Dinsmore.” I searched anxiously for the right words to say, “First off, Nonna’s fine.”
“What happened to Nonna?” He asked in a way that alternately thrilled and frightened me. “Any chance you’re going to need your behind blistered, kitten?”
“No! I swear, and luckily Jolene is a strong swimmer. She pulled Nonna all the way to shore.” I looked at my friend who was standing in line in front of the burger shack tucked beneath an oak tree in an old R.V. The server took orders through a slide window, a round of rocky road milkshakes, burgers and fries and I continued my explanation. “
