I set the last deviled egg on the glass serving plate.

The yellow filling caught the bright overhead light.

“He isn’t going to forgive you for trying to talk about the farm,” Dana said.

“I didn’t mention the farm,” I said.

Dana turned off the burner under the green beans.

“You don’t have to,” Dana said.

Fourteen family members crowded around the long wooden table in the dining room.

Dana brought five extra metal folding chairs in from the garage to fit everyone.