Glenn only smiled and slid a charred burger onto a clean plastic platter.

A quarter of an hour later the food was finally done.

We all moved to the long wooden picnic table under the deep shade of the trees.

Three of our cousins were already seated on the wooden benches.

Dana was handing a big glass bowl of potato salad to Marcus.

Martha was pouring sweet tea out of a heavy glass pitcher into yellow plastic cups.

The ice clinked noisily against the sides.