My seven-year-old and I arrive at our traditional pumpkin patch. She picks out a huge, tall monstrosity.
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My seven-year-old and I arrive at our traditional pumpkin patch. She picks out a huge, tall monstrosity.
I had been sitting at the front of the school bus when it happened.
It was a long walk to the coast, but it would be my last chance.
I look at her smoking-ruined face and can't imagine the pain she is in.
The crowd of four-year-olds rushed and shouted behind the placid teacher. "Allez, Allez!"
The boys bound ahead down the steep path, and the dog pulls at her leash. My footing, accustomed to sidewalks, remains unsure.