Veronica
Kitty ended up joining us, ladies, in the kitchen, while the men grilled the meat. Macey had kept up a light conversation about food, recipes, and being a stay-at-home parent. Kitty had offered her two cents every few minutes, until Macey lost her cool and told her to shut it. The whole experience was fun, horrible, and awkward. By the time we were done with the sides, the men were just about done with the meat. So, there was a small window – around twenty minutes – where Macey and I simply relaxed as we joined the men outside.
“Kitty, I said no,” Macey hissed out. “The weather is changing,” I glanced up, and sure enough, the sky was darker than before, and the clouds were packing together. It was going to rain, even I could smell it in the air.
“Aw, but mom! Swimming in the r
