Yesterday I was walking across the street holding Lucille’s hand.
“Whoa, Mama,” she said. “I just saw a rainbow!” She stopped in the middle of the street, in her pink sparkly shoes and stared at the ground. In the rush of the moment, standing on wet pavement, I wasn’t sure what she was talking about.
“Right there,” she said pointing toward a circle of oil on the slick street. It’s true, it did look like a rainbow.
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