“The wet season officially sucks,” declared Devon as he reached for another handful of trail mix.
Garrett quirked a smile. “Officially?”
“Well we can vote on it, if you want.”
I laughed. “I’ll vote with you, Devon. It sucks.”
Buddy pulled his mouth back from the papaya he was working over long enough to lift a sticky fist in the air and holler, “Sucks!”
Garrett chuckled. “Well, we all know Buddy would vote with Henry regardless, but I’ll make it unanimous. Even though it’s just a few degrees difference, it’s enough with the humidity boost to make it uncomfortable.”
Devon snorted and reached for some more dried breadfruit chips. “Uncomfortable is putting it mildly. Even our clothes are rotting. Rain, rain, go away,” he chanted. “Don’t come back another day.”
“I wish we could get the
