The temperature hit the low...
The temperature hit the low 100s for the third day in succession. Kelsey sat listlessly on
the swing on her front porch drinking the cool lemonade that her mother had made for
her. As she drank it, she watched as several men dressed in orange overalls labored on a
road-improvement project in front of her house. Kelsey felt sorry for the men; they
looked hot and tired. Then Kelsey hit on the plan. She went to the kitchen, took the
pitcher of lemonade from the fridge, gathered some glasses from the cupboard, a handful
of cookies from the cookie jar, and headed out to the men.
