Edie’s Reflection

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It rained all day Friday, through most of the morning on Saturday, finally turning into a slow drizzle that had ceased by early afternoon. Edie had spent most of her Saturday morning with her forehead pressed against the window, staring at the world through rain droplets running down the other side of the glass, watching her breath fog up the surface.

“If you’re bored, you could always read a book or play with some of your toys,”…