The fan was on and all of the windows were open to let in the breeze. Kevin tried to put pepper on his salad, and a gust carried it away before it reached the lettuce.
“My girls don’t even cover it up anymore,” his sister Chari confessed. I was appalled until I realized that she had to be talking about their female felines peeing in the yard not their children; they have two sons.
The conversation topics throughout the meal were comical. They managed to cover everything from out-of-control condiments and peeing pets to how to eat around the scorched spots of corn on the cob and breast reductions.