Fiction | March 01, 1991

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Mandy’s Mama didn’t like weather. She didn’t like it hot, cold, wet, or dry, but above all she didn’t like it stormy. Mama was very cool and tranquil, and she expected the weather to follow suit. She did not approve of storms. If the truth were known, she was afraid of them.

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