Soon the cake was covered with uneven little blue bursts.

None of them matched, and none of us tried to make them match.

At lunch we ate in the garden because the weather was warm.

Aunt Denise told a story about Grandpa losing his car keys in a bag of flour.

Marcus arrived with lemonade.

Marisol stopped by for a short visit and left before we could persuade her to take half the cake home.

Brandon seemed genuinely relaxed.