We’re talking about Thursday.”

Martha passed the beans, and Rachel took them and didn’t take any, which is how Rachel argues.

The burgers came off the grill and the sun slid behind the oaks, and for twenty minutes nobody said anything that mattered.

David told a story about a sophomore who argued the Bill of Rights was written by aliens, and Martha had to set her glass down.

“Deb wants the letter framed,” I said.