October 6, 2016.

Rain this morning. We walk to school. He catches up holding his umbrella with both hands. Waiting for a gap in the cars to run across the street. Waiting for a car to stop and let us cross. Once we cross, a car speeds through a deep puddle close to us. The arc of water soaks me from face to foot – splashes his shirt and shorts. Without hesitation, no thought, pure response, I raise middle finger and say motherfucker to the rear of the car as it races away. I feel anger. He laughs – wow, that car splashed me! Did you get wet?

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