Greg felt a close kinship to the abominable snowman by the time Dawn and the twins returned from the beach. The sawdust that clogged every pore was brown rather than white—maybe he was more akin to a sasquatch.
They both were.
He and Vincent were coated in a thick layer of wood shavings, sawdust, and a half dozen of the inevitable splinters until their hair, face, and clothes were all of a common oak-dust color. Even the white dust masks looked more like furry Chewbacca muzzles. Vincent tugged his mask down around his neck and tried to hug his wife, who kept him at fingertip distance with a firm hand in the middle of his chest as their lips brushed together.
To balance the scales, Greg pretended he was a goggle-eyed monster and began chasing the twins around the yard with roars on his p
