A strange night-wind kicks up just as we leave the U-Haul place after dropping off the truck, making Katie and I squint into the dusty bluster.
“Wind usually means a change, but it’s just gonna be ninety-one tomorrow, too,” Katie says as we walk down Fourth Avenue past the park.
A few blocks later, we feel a few drops of rain that quickly change into a downpour that soaks through our clothes.
“Well, there’s the change,” Katie says, laughing.
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