Jeanie
“Okay, I admit it,” I said reluctantly, “Your family picnic was fun.” For a family that was filthy rich, the Segrettos were surprisingly normal and down to earth. They argued over the merits of burned hot dogs, chased the kids (and each other) with water guns, played horse shoes, and placed wagers on the gender of Beth’s new baby.
And when it was all over everyone pitched in the clean up. All the food had been served on paper plates, so there were only a few dishes to wash. Chairs were folded up and stacked in the garage, and the kids were given garbage bags and sent on a “treasure hunt” to find any odds and ends of broken balloons, paper napkins or forgotten drink cups around the yard.
Someone had taped a pinwheel to Apollo’s sculpted hand.
Before I knew it, it was time to go,
