Tuesday of the Other June

"I know, I'm just your old worrywart mother." She kissed me twice, once on each cheek. "But you are my June, my only June, the only June." She was wrong; there was another June. I met her when we stood next to each other at the edge of the pool the first day of swimming class in the Community Center. "What's your name?" She had a deep growly ... ................
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