Esta Spalding

By the time they reached to parking lot of the laundromat, the rain had stopped. There was water everywhere and the oil dripping from all the parked cars made wild rainbows that spread around their feet as the Fitzgerald-Trouts stomped in those puddles. (…) Stomping and splashing made Kim think how amazing it was that something as ugly as gasoline could make something as beautiful as a rainbow if you splashed the water just right.

Because it was raining, the children were stuck in the car, playing game after game of Sorry! It was a game they usually liked because, like most of us, they hated to say “Sorry” when they were supposed to, but loved to say it when they didn’t mean it.