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Gonna Need a Very Big Pitcher for This One


Jackie noticed right away, when the sun rose above the line of oaks on the ridge to the east. A hot wind was blowing and it smelled… lemony.

"Ma! Sun's done turned into a lemon!"

Her mother came out the front door, wiping her hands on her apron. "You sure, baby? It was supposed to be a grapefruit today." Mrs. Johnson shaded her eyes against the glare. The sky did indeed have a distinctly yellow cast, and the sun was shaped like a football with a fat nubbin on one end.

"Least it ain't a potato, like last Wednesday. Like to never got the smell of rancid grease out of my clothes."

"Yeah. When life gives you lemons…."