“Hey cuz.” Cat’s sultry voice that reminded one of molasses sliding slowly over a spoon; she always sounded like she had been awakened from a nice nap.
“Hey, what’s the weather like there?”
“Well, that’s a good question. Imara, meet Google or Weather,.com or the 21st century. How am I supposed to know what the weather is like? Look it up.” Cat said all of this with a slightly bemused tone, but it still made Imara feel stupid.
“Oh, yeah. I guess I could do that,” Imara said, laughing
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