A Day With Dad And Uncle Tom By Sheila Robins 11yo Mega Full _hot_ -

We drifted. No sound except birds and the little slap-slap of water against the canoe. Uncle Tom stopped joking. Dad pointed up. The sky was that perfect summer blue that hurts to look at.

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“Where are we going?” I mumbled, still tangled in my quilt. Dad pointed up

We paddled out to the middle of the lake. Dad in the back, me in the front, Uncle Tom in the middle telling jokes about a duck who walked into a pharmacy. The water was dark green and glassy, and when I dipped my hand in, it felt like cold silk.

“Your face!” he wheezed. “Sheila, your face was like a cartoon cat!”