Saving Rain: The First Novel in The Rain Trilogy
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Authors: Karen-Anne Stewart
Saving Rain
The First Novel in The Rain Trilogy
Karen-Anne Stewart
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Published by AuthorHouse 09/10/2013
ISBN: 978-1-4918-1086-6 (sc)
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2013915451
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I’m
playing
hopscotch
with
Jessie
while
I
wait
on
my
mommy
to
pick
me
up
so
I
can
go
to
ballet.
She
is
late,
and
almost
all
of
the
other
kids
have
left
school.
Jessie
has
to
go
home
now,
too,
so
I
sit
with
my
teacher
on
the
bench
and
wait
for
mommy.
It’s
boring
sitting
on
the
bench,
but
my
teacher
gives
me
a
cookie
while
I
wait.
We
aren’t
supposed
to
eat
anything
in
the
after
school
lines,
but
my
teacher
tells
me
it’s
okay
to
eat
the
cookie
today.
It’s
my
favorite,
chocolate
chip!
I
finish
my
cookie
as
my
teacher
tells
me
that
my
ride
is
here
but
it’s
not
mommy.
I
get
excited
when
I
see
Judge
get
out
of
the
car.
I
love
Judge,
he’s
so
funny
when
he
makes
faces
and
makes
me
laugh.
I
run
up
to
Judge
and
wrap
myself
around
his
legs,
holding
on
tight,
hoping
he
will
give
me
a
ride
on
his
feet
like
he
usually
does.
“Hey,
Judge,
are
you
taking
me
to
dance
today?”
Judge
ruffles
my
hair
and
picks
me
up,
“You
can
call
me
Henry,
sweetie.”
I
giggle
when
he
says
Henry.
I
like
Judge
better,
besides
everyone
else
calls
him
Judge,
well,
they
call
him
Judge
Whita—Whet-,
I
can’t
remember
the
second
name
they
call
him.
“Wanna
see
my
new
tutu
that
mommy
bought
me?
It’s
purple,
and
it
shines!”
Judge
puts
me
in
the
car
and
buckles
me
up.
“We
better
hurry,
or
I
won’t
have
time
to
change,”
I
tell
Judge,
waiting
for
him
to
ask
to
see
my
shiny
tutu.
“You’re
not
going
to
dance
today,
sweetie,”
Judge
tells
me.
Judge
is
different
today,
he’s
not
making
funny
faces
like
he
always
does.
I
was
going
to
ask
him
why,
but
he
turns
the
radio
up
really
loud.
I
love
this
song!
Mommy
and
I
sing
it
together
as
loud
as
we
can,
and
she
makes
me
laugh
when
she
puts
her
L
fingers
on
her
head!
The
funny
song
goes
off,
and
another
one
comes
on,
but
it’s
not
as
funny.
There
are
so
many
cars
in
my
driveway
when
we
get
home.
“Are
we
having
a
party?”
I
jump
up
and
down
in
my
seat
and
clap
my
hands.
“I
hope
mommy
made
chocolate
cupcakes!”
Judge
carries
me
inside,
he’s
still
not
making
funny
faces
at
me.
There
are
lots
of
people
inside,
and
I
look
for
mommy
and
daddy.
Everyone
looks
at
me,
and
I
scoot
closer
to
Judge.
No
one
is
laughing,
this
isn’t
a
fun
party.
I
want
to
find
mommy
and
have
her
put
in
my
princess
movie.
I
tug
on
Judge’s
shirt.
“Where’s
mommy?”
I
whisper
because
everyone’s
so
quiet.
Judge
gives
me
a
hug,
and
he
looks
sad.
He
puts
me
down
and
holds
my
hand
while
we
find
daddy.
I
see
daddy,
and
I
run
to
him,
maybe
he
will
put
in
my
princess
movie.
I
hug
daddy,
but
he
doesn’t
hug
me
back.
Daddy
looks
sad,
too.
“What’s
wrong,
daddy?”
Daddy
won’t
talk
to
me.
I
tug
on
his
shirt,
but
he
walks
away.
I
wonder
why
daddy
is
mad
at
me.
A
lady
with
funny
hair
hugs
me,
she
is
crying.
I
wonder
if
daddy
is
mad
at
her,
too?
She
kisses
my
cheek,
and
it
feels
yucky,
so
I
rub
it
off
of
my
cheek
and
run
back
to
Judge.
“Where’s
mommy?”
Judge
has
water
in
his
eyes,
too.
“Oh,
sweetie,”
he
says
to
me
and
kisses
my
cheek.
I
don’t
mind
his
kiss,
so
I
don’t
rub
it
off.
Judge
walks
over
to
daddy,
and
I
hear
him
ask
daddy
where
he
wants
to
talk
with
me,
but
daddy
just
shakes
his
head
and
turns
away
from
me
again.
I
must
have
done
something
really
bad,
daddy
is
really
mad
at
me.
Judge
picks
me
up
again
and
puts
me
on
the
spinney
chair.
I
spin
and
giggle.
Judge
puts
his
hands
on
the
chair,
so
I
can’t
spin
anymore.
I
really
don’t
like
this
party.