It rained hard the whole morning, hard enough to Sam to brave the dirty water and move the cars into the house. By 11 a.m., our whole garden was flooded, slippers and dog bowls floated away, cockroaches crawled out of the drains. Sam and Sean attacked them with insect spray, Sara drew up toilet plans for No. 40, I dug out an old book and read it. I was still reading it after the rain stopped and the water subsided enough for us to go out for lunch, and book shopping.
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