They drank nectar from honeysuckle and clover August days when nothing happened ever. A nip and a suck was what it took to taste the moment sudden sweet. It made her livid their mother. She’d holler, You kids get outa them weeds before I skin you alive. You wanna drop dead? They mighta been sprayed with poison. Go on. Just get. She pealed potatoes with a butcher knife wiped it on her dress blinked back sweat. They weighed the odds, ate one last flower made sure she saw, then scattered— like so much dandelion fluff— into the buzzing afternoon
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