The hours wore on, more and more lemonade was served to weary festival-goers. Upon the third hour a woman approached Katie and asked for "one tall lemonade please." I held the paper cup while my 5 year old daughter carefully poured the lemonade.
"It's sultry," said the customer.
"Exactly!" I answered.
Sultry. Sultry is when your clothes stick to your body, when you feel like you're filling your lungs with water with each breath you take. Sultry is when you can feel your eyelids sticking together. Sultry is keeping a handkerchief at the ready and blotting your forehead every few minutes. Sultry is fanning yourself. Sultry is wishing you were old enough to wear a mu mu.
Sultry is this.
"Mama, what does sultry mean?" Katie inquired after her customer had left.
"This, baby girl," I said waving the heavy, hot, humid air around us. "This is sultry."