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I’m certain there were puddles, even before the fire trucks came. I know because I managed to step in half of them, and my socks were sopping by the time I reached the driveway.
It’s odd, though. I don’t remember hearing rain on the roof. In fact, I don’t remember much of anything after going to bed at ten. In my memory, the first drops of rain that fell were the ones that hit my skin as we ran from the burning trailer hours before dawn.
I fought my mother’s grip on my elbow as she pulled me, half backward and stumbling, down the drivewa