“I’m standing with other parents in the school playground. A misery of humans, huddled, hunched, and wet. Our golf umbrellas are only helping the top half of our bodies. Even though the storm has passed, the wind is still whipping up the rain, our legs are soaked. And isn’t it fun standing in wet feet?” Childrens FictionMagical Realism BooksYoung Adult Novellas Author:MariaPFrino