It was Daddy's idea. The world had had a hard year. No sense dragging it all onto Mother's Day. Crispy, cozy, casual. No sense looking like the country's politics had been frontlines of a civil war. Chicken and corn and tomatoes. And fold the paper napkins nice.
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
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