Iknew it was going to rain. I looked up the weather before I headed out, and there was a 94% chance of rain at 7:00. That was precisely the hour I planned to walk home.
“It’s going to rain,” I told my husband, Peter.
“Not till later,” he said. “Google says it’s not going to rain until 9:00.”
“Hmmm.” I wondered if I should bring an umbrella. The sun was shining. It was hot. I had a mile and a half to …