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two guys at bbq


Meanwhile, at the Cookout –

“Oh, Christ,” thought Carol, grimly setting the picnic table for yet another disastrous barbeque, “there goes another batch of hamburgers. Sometimes I wish those two would just screw and get it over with. And get Shirlee, with her goddam surprised act. If she hasn’t figured it all out yet about her Ed, I’m going to have to draw her a picture.”

(courtesy Charles Robert, a friend in Atlanta, who owns Rocaille Antiques and Interiors)