“I wish I could do that,” I say. “You can,” Lucy says. “You just don’t know that you can.” “But—” “Come on.” As she moves up the hall, her dress ripples like she’s traveling underwater. “Hey, you’re moving better,” I say. “It’s the moisture in the air. It’s—it’s better for me when it’s raining.” “Why?” She turns to glare at me. “Just because a person can drive a car, it doesn’t make them a mechanic.” “But you know way more than I will ever know.” She smiles a wicked smile. “Ever? You’ll get there eventually. Who knows? Maybe tonight.” “Real funny. Will it be … dangerous? Like in the cellar?” “I won’t lie to you. It’s not the smartest thing in the world to do. But it’s safer when it’s wet. We need to go before the heavy rain stops. It probably won’t come in this kind of rain.” “Probably?” We stop in the kitchen. “Can we at least get a flashlight this time?” I say. “Hurry.” I find an umbrella and a big, square flashlight on a shelf in the laundry room.
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