side by side looking into the mirror. I looked taller, like Sarah, and fair and thin. And with my hair pulled back l looked a little like her daughter. Sarah's daughter. And then it was time for singing. Sarah sang us a song we had never heard before as we sat on the porch, insects buzzing in the dark, the rustle of cows in the grasses. It was called"Sumer Is Icumen in," and she taught it to us all, even Papa, who sang as if he had never stopped singing"Sumer is icumen in Lbude sing cuccu!" hat is sumer?" asked Caleb. He said it"soomer," the way Sarah had said it. "Summer," said Papa and Sarah at the same time. Caleb and I looked at each other. Summer was coming Tomorrow," said Sarah, "I want to see the