“Call him.”

“I’ll call him Thursday.”

Martha was in the red chair before we had the cooler out of the car.

The seat had a split in it six inches long, and she had laid a folded towel over the crack so nobody would mention it.

“You could let me buy a new one,” David said.

“This one’s got my shape in it.”

Rachel had the grill lid down and her phone in her free hand, reading something with her mouth pulled to one side.