He spoke loudly enough to be heard across the whole yard.

Martha stopped pouring the tea.

A few sticky drops spattered onto the wooden planks.

“Glenn, please don’t start a fight right before we eat.”

“I’m not starting anything, Aunt Martha.

She’s the one who brought legal papers to a family cookout.” He aimed his greasy spatula straight at my face.

“She thinks I stole the house right out from under her.”

Dana dropped her eyes to her plate and went quiet.