Lola hates storms

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>"Lisa! PSSSSST! Lisa!"
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>Lola's voice wavered with uncertainty.
>The rain outside, however, seemed to drown the child out entirely.
>Lola hated many things.
>But nohing quite like a thunderstorm.
>It was loud and unpredictable, but that wasn't the scary part.
>No storm wouldn't listen to her, and that scared her most of all.
>Lisa opened the door and began her nightly trek down the hall to Lincoln's room.
>Lola wouldn't be ignored by Lisa, too. Not if she had anything to say about it.
>"Lisa!"
>Lisa was startled awake.
>"Do not bother me after my appointed bedtime, elder sororal unit."
>"Lisa, I need your... hhh... help..."
>Lisa cracked open an astignatism-afflicted eye to look at her sister Lola.
>The rain dwarfed them both, but Lisa was dwarfed by everyone.
>She didn't have many rational fears anymore.
>"You're scared of thunderstorms, sororal unit?"
>"Yes... but I don't have anyone else to go to and I'm really sca-"
>The sudden flash of light and the powerful slam of thunder made Lola jump.
>Before she could even stop herself, Lola felt the clasp of an awkward hug from Lisa.
>Lisa smiled inside.
>Ms. Shrinivas told her that her friendliness had improved a lot lately, but for this?Positively unexpected.
>Lisa didn't actually know what to do next.
>What would Dad do when he walked her places?
>She slowly unhooked herself from Lola, grabbed her hand, and restarted her trip down the hall to Lincoln's room.
>Lola didn't move an inch in that direction.
>Instead, Lola dragged her younger sister down the hall to her room.
>"Sororal unit, please, don't pull my arm so hard."
>That was soon to be the least of her worries.
>No one told Lisa how hard of a hugger Lola was.
>Or how impossible it was to breathe in her comforter.
>Lisa felt the tear-stained cheeks of Lola slow in breathing.
>Somehow, this was helping her to relax.
>The moments wore on, and the pitter-patter of rain led Lola to sleep.
>Lisa didn't realize it at the time, but so had she.
>It was only after the birds began their paeans to the rising sun that Lisa woke.
>Lisa looked over at Lola.
>A smile was imprinted on Lola's sleeping face.
>Lisa couldn't help but smile, too.