Pavement can sweat when it’s good and hot and you’re
in just the right sort of deep south mood. That day
was hot like that and Lucas was definitely feeling
deep south. The air was so wet that his clothes were
stuck to him before he could cross the three or four
blocks from his house to the little girl’s.
“Hi.” He said running up, panting in the heat. “Ever
seen pavement sweat?”
She looked up from a sun she was drawing on the
sidewalk with bright yellow chalk. “Pavement don’t
sweat.” She said.
“Sure it does.” Lucas squatted down over his canvas
All-Star High Top tennis shoes to look at her sun.
“Like right there. There’s a circle of sweat commin’
up from the pavement now.”
The little girl looked at the dark circle and shook
her head under her long, blond hair. “That ain’t
nothing but a drop of sweat off your sun burnt head.”
“But I ain’t sweating.”
She blew the hair out of her face well enough to look
at Lucas with one blue eye then went back to her
drawing. “Then what’s that got your shirt all soaked
under your arms?” She asked.
“That ain’t sweat. That’s condensation. The cement’s
already got the air all wet.
She looked up at him with both piercing eyes. “My
mommy told me not to play with you ‘cause you’re
weird.”
“I’m not playing with you. I’m just explaining to you
about sweat.
“Oh.” She went back to her drawing.
“Look,” Lucas said, “you ever seen a glass of water
that’s colder than the air around it?”
“Yeah.”
“Gets water all over the outside, don’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“Well that’s condensation. Now, it’s hotter out here
than you are, ain’t it?”
“I guess so.”
“So you must be condensing. It’s just plain science.”
The little girl huffed at a bug flying by and thought
it all over. “That makes sense.” She said taking up
a thick stick of orange chalk to draw a smiling mouth
on her sun.
“Here’s the weird part.” Lucas continued. “How does
all that water get into the air?” She didn’t answer.
“It’s pavement sweat.”
“Pavement cain’t sweat.” She shouted suddenly.
“Are you sure? Have you checked yourself. I mean,
who told you pavement cain’t sweat? Who told you? Do
you remember?”
She shivered despite the heat. “Well…no.”
Maybe you just thought someone told you.” Lucas’ eyes
grew wide. “Maybe you were lied to. Grown-ups
sometimes lie to their kids you know.”
The little girl dropped her chalk and rose up to her
feet. “Don’t talk like that any more.”
“The worst part is when the air gets so full of sweat
that the water just jumps out of the sky and starts
drowning people. I’ll bet it’s almost that hot now.”
The girl looked around her as if expecting water to
come jumping out at her. A small sniffle escaped her.
“Don’t cry!” Lucas wailed. “Tears’ll just make it
worse.”
“I don’t want to play with you.” The girl wailed, her
tears rising.
“We got to cool you off .”
Lucas grabbed the girl by the hand and pulled her to
the edge of the road. At the curb he got behind her
and gave her a firm push. She flew out into the
street and plunged into the pavement with a splash.
She rose up kicking wildly and sputtering.
“Now just swim.” Lucas called, but the girl just kept
drifting downstream, her head appearing and
disappearing as she went along.
The current carried her around the corner of Elm and
Willow and she disappeared from sight.
Lucas sighed and sat down to take off his shoes.
After a car passed he stepped gingerly off the curb in
the road. The pavement swirled gently around his
ankles. Upstream he could hear the Johnson twins
playing in their yard. With any luck, their mother
would be inside.
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