A shaft of sunlight cut through the clouds and the patches of blue
widened.
Suddenly, the rain stopped. Off in the distance a rainbow formed an
arch across the sky. Leah dashed to the kitchen.
'Mommy, mommy,' she said excitedly, tugging at her mother's apron.
'The rain is over. Sarah wants to play and so do I. May I go out to play
with her?'
Mother knew, of course, that when Leah and her pretend friend, Sarah,
played together, Sarah would often nuzzle Leah. That would be Sarah's
invitation to Leah to climb up on to her back and twist her hands into
Sarah's white mane. Once that happened, Mother was certain, Sarah
would spread her feathered wings and, in Leah's imagination, they would
leap to the skies.
Smiling to herself, Mother looked out through the kitchen window at the
sky. The clouds were breaking up, but the grass was still wet, the
ground soggy, and the trees dripped.
'Daddy will be home soon, Leah,' she said, 'and he'll be looking for big
hugs from David and you. Then we'll need to prepare the table for
dinner. I'll need your help. You know you have a job to do, don't you?'
'Oh, yes.
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