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worse when it was necessary to go out into it? Even the protection of the canopy of the tree did not seem
to help; there was too much blowing in from the side.
"All right, let's make this efficient," Josh said. "You kids go out first and pile in the back seats and stand
by the side door to let us in after you. Got that?"
"You're standing awful close to her, Daddy," Sue said. "Are you going to smoo "
"Move!" he said quickly.
"Got it," Chris exclaimed happily. "Into the breach!" He charged into the night. Sue followed, her red
umbrella catching the light.
"Our turn," Josh said as he heard the thunk of a closing car door. They stepped down to the ground, and
the rain caught them, sluicing in around the perimeter of the umbrella. Josh got wet on the left side,
Brenna on the right. His elbow was separating them.
"We're too far apart," Brenna said. "Here, move your arm around me." She guided his elbow up until she
could duck under. His arm now encircled her shoulders so that he could hold the umbrella before them.
She put her left arm around his waist. "Now let's keep in step, and we should make it without quite
drowning."
They moved out in step, her left thigh against his right, as though in a three-legged race. The rain blasted
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at the umbrella, but for the moment the wind had subsided. Josh was fully conscious of her, of the lithe
body, the luxuriant fall of hair, and the faint female fragrance of her. She moved so easily that she seemed
to have no mass at all. It was like dancing. It was as if the two of them were in an isolated capsule, a
miniature world apart, while the universe raged in its chaos beyond that fragile bubble. He had not been
this close to a girl like this for some time; he had forgotten the magic of it.
Remember she's only nineteen, he thought. Not for the likes of me. Yet now he wished that were not so.
Mina had been nineteen when he married her...
They made it to the bus and piled in as the side door slid open. Josh felt cold water on his back. There
was some awkwardness as they got the umbrella folded and found their places and strapped themselves
in. Then Josh turned the ignition key.
The motor wouldn't start. The moisture had drowned it out. This happened on occasion, especially when
the engine had been hot and then cooled. They would simply have to wait until the rain stopped and the
vapors stopped interfering with the ignition system. Josh muttered an imprecation under his breath.
"Oh, goody!" Sue exclaimed. "Now Brenna will have to stay the night!"
"No it'll start when the rain abates," Josh said, hoping that it would. "But we might as well wait in the
house. I'll phone the Sears' house and explain."
"I'll phone," Brenna said firmly. "They're my folks."
They made it back to the house, increasingly wet around the edges. Josh found himself secretly happy
with the situation. He condemned himself again. He was old enough, and experienced enough, to know
better than to get romantic delusions about attractive young women. She probably was not aware of him
as a man at all.
Inside, they set the open wet umbrellas on the porch, where the rain thudded on the green plastic roof like
a waterfall, which of course it was, and got themselves in in damp order. Brenna's wet blouse clung to her
breasts translucently. Josh thought for a shocked moment that she was of the no-bra school, then saw the
straps faintly outlined. He forced himself to turn away.
Brenna dialed her home. "Sissy? Bren here. Let me talk to Mom, okay?"
"That rain's going to delay us past your bedtime, and you have school tomorrow, right?" Josh asked the
children rhetorically. "It's my gosh, it's past eight-thirty now!"
"We'll watch TV," Chris said.
"Until nine!" Brenna called from the phone. "No later!"
"Until nine," Josh echoed, while Sue muttered, "Awww..." routinely.
"Mom?" Brenna said into the receiver. "Still tied up the rain, you know. Canines and felines, like you
said. Could be several hours more. Don't wait up for me, okay? Sure, we're fine no trouble at all. I've
got the kids watching TV till nine." She paused, listening. "Yes, sure, Mom. I know. See you when. Don't
worry." She hung up.
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"You might as well watch TV too," Josh suggested. "I hope you'll excuse me while I wash my hair. My
scalp's itching, and I want it dry before I turn in."
"I'm expert at washing hair," Brenna said. "Ask the children."
"Say, yeah, Dad," Chris said brightly. "She did mine, and I never got a blink of soap in my eye. Let her
do yours."
A hair wash without soap in the eyes? Chris? He'd never managed that. "At ease, soldier," Josh said,
smiling. "Babysitters don't "
"No, really, I like washing hair, and I really am good at it," Brenna insisted. "I'll show you."
"No, I couldn't think of "
"Brenna's going to do Daddy!" Sue exclaimed, losing interest in the television. "This'll be fun!"
Josh started to demur more strongly, then realized that this would be asking for real child problems. They
were so glad to see him home, he hated to disrupt the mood. "All right. She'll help me wash my hair.
While you two watch your TV show."
"Awww," Sue said. But she was mollified.
Josh moved into the bathroom. Brenna came with him. "Take off your shirt," she murmured. "We don't
want to get it wetter than it already is."
He removed his shirt, feeling embarrassed and titillatingly naughty. It was, for all his reservations, fun
having this most attractive young woman fussing over him. Was it really wrong to enjoy it, so long as he
did not lose sight of the reality? Brenna was doing her job, and knew she was good at it; she was showing
off (possibly in more than one manner), and he was no more to her than a paying audience.
"Bend over the set-tub," she directed. This bathroom had a large double tub for old fashioned laundry,
and an extra sprayer on a hose. "Close your eyes."
"I thought you said no soap in the "
She ran the water for a moment, and he decided to close his eyes as directed. The warmth came, and she
played the water over his head. "That's cool," he said.
"Sounds funny to hear you talk that way."
"I mean the water isn't hot."
"I know," she said, chuckling as she put her hands on his head, moving it to a better centering over the
tub. Some portion of her anatomy nudged his shoulder, and he hesitated to conjecture what that might be,
but it certainly was soft. "That's par, today. There's a big branch shading the collector in the afternoon,
and then there's fog in the morning and rain in the day, so the sun doesn't have much chance."
"A branch?" He puffed air from his lips to clear the water that tried to run into his mouth. "I've seen it,
but didn't realize it interfered with the sunlight."
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