He went to the bed, leaned down to his sister, and kissed her damp cheek.

He felt fingers touch his damp cheek, heard the awed whispers.

He sat down on the log, wiped his damp cheeks with the back of one hand, and sighed.

But the girl had been weeping and even now wiped damp cheeks with one hand.

"It's just for tonight, baby," his mom told him again, leaning over and kissing her baby's damp cheek.

She released the rail and scrubbed at her damp cheeks.

She turned back to him and he could see her damp cheeks.

She brushed the hair away from her damp cheeks, poured cold water into a glass.

He brushed a strand of hair from her damp cheek.

He forced himself to reach out and touch her damp cheek.