Papa Joe laughed. It was a deep, rumbling sound, like thunder before a storm. "Good," he said.
"You sweat," she replied.
"Everything is heating up at once," she whispered, fanning herself with a notebook. "I can't breathe." coco rains – the sauna is heating up
"Coco," he said slowly. "What happens in a sauna?" Papa Joe laughed
Frustrated, she called her grandfather, Papa Joe. He lived in the countryside where the Coco Rains were even worse. like thunder before a storm. "Good