Lunch on the lawn: sounds much more sophisticated than it is. In reality, it means me, Hill, and Charity Bloom sitting at a concrete picnic table, eating lunchmeat on white bread.
Today, Charity has oranges her grandma sent from Florida, and they are yummy but messy. As we enjoy the fruit and wipe juice off our hands and chins, I think how glad I am to have Hill, and now Charity, as friends. Charity doesn’t know our secrets, but she is easy-going and funny, and lives near me with her dad and little sister. Her mom died two years ago, so we share the pain of having incomplete families. Anyway, Charity has had the same boyfriend since ninth grade, so there is no question about her heterosexuality. Plus, her dad is a pastor at one of the three Baptist churches in Shively, so my mom approves.
