I loved the humidity then. It could have smothered me. I didn’t mind, in the tree house, lying on my back like a forgotten swimsuit, drinking in the hum of flies. I rolled over the uneven planks until the call for dinner. That verdict now in.   Heat waves never drove down my street when I was seven, but one…

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