Dancing in the Rain.
It was August of the year without summer. Tori and Leslie sat inside their cabin looking out into the mist, wondering if they would ever feel the sun on their faces again. “I would take a thirty-second sucker hole at this point,” complained Leslie. “I haven’t even put away my winter wardrobe yet,” said Tori. “I just want the rain to stop.” “It will be good for the salmon. Right?” “Better be good for something.” Leslie unfolded herself from the couch and wandered to the kitchen. She looked around and grimaced before opening the refrigerator. “Sweety,” called Tori, “are you hungry or bored?” “Yes.” Leslie responded over the din of the fridge’s fan. “Why do we have so much mustard? The good stuff is about to go bad.” “Once upon a time, before the rains came- “ Leslie sno