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Blues in 'the Rain
Joan Martin
That rain 0 Oh, why wouldn't it stop? . She hated the dripping monstrosity. She, Peggy, was returning home from
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a part~. It had been R 10velS party until her tongue had slipped. Everyone was saying how Nuch th~y liked the rain.
Then she ·had to go and spill ·out that · she hid her head in
pillows when thunder crashed and lightning rent the sky.
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Everyone gave her a queer· sL,ile and becaLe quite cool. Even Bob, a boy ·that had t~keri het out several times, soiled
queerly and walked away, To add insult to injury, Bob
had taken that Betty Brown hussy home, and left her to walk home in the hateful rain.
Perhaps, however, she thought, the cause of this hate- ful attitude towards the rain went deeper. She reLeLbered the night when her IiJ.other died and Peggy was but five years of age. That night there had been a terrible storm. Bran- ehes had crashed, the wind screeched, the thunder growled menacingly and the lightning reached out tentative fingers and the telephone and electric wires were down. 1:other
had taken her hand and told her not to feel badly if she
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