Second Wind

I think this is my second wind,my sister said. Verylike the first, but thatended, I remember. Ohwhat a wind it was, so powerfulthe leaves fell off the trees.I don’t think so,I said. Well, they wereon the ground, my sister said. Rememberrunning around the park in Cedarhurst,jumping on the piles, destroying them?You never jumped, my mother said.You were good girls; you stayed where I put you.Not in our heads,my sister said. I putmy arms around her. Whata brave sister you are,I said.