Unfortunately, the crop was all too plentiful this year and the sun all too hot. The only thing making it bearable was the absence of black flies. Luckily, what my family called “the dread black fly season” was over.
Hmm, I thought, Hetty is like a black fly. A really enormous black fly. You can seldom see her stings coming, but the pain of them lasts for days and days and days.
Picturing my black-haired cousin zooming in like a black fly made me chuckle as I straightened up and stretched, trying to ease the ache in my back.
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