ne day shortly after my tenth birthday, I woke just after dawn to the sound of rain pitter-pattering on the thin glass windows of our little yellow Cape house. As I came to, I realized it was Sunday morning. My dad’s store was closed, so he’d be home. I jumped out of bed and yanked on my Wranglers from a tangled heap on the floor. Rummaging through my dresser, I found my favorite rainbow sweatshirt and raced out of my room, skidding into the kitchen,
