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It's a beautiful day. I sit on a blanket on a sunny patch of grass no more than 20 feet from the lake. I wiggle my toes and sigh. The smell of grilled meat brings me out of my reverie.
My mom is on a chair under an umbrella reading one of her self-help books while Dad's manning the grill.
Luke is on the dock with a group of teenage boys who are s**t talking each other with a roar of laughter punctuating each round.
"Move over."
I look up at the figure casting a shadow across my lap.
"And if I don't?" I tease. Lyssa rolls her eyes and shoves me over before squeezing onto the mat. She tries to push me over more when my mother's voice rings through the air.
"Lola-yah," she frowns at me. I stiffen. I already know what's coming.
"Yeh Umma."
"Scoot over."
"But Umma .
