The afternoon began well.
Zane has brought out the old traditional barbecue set, claiming that he wants to taste the slightly burnt meat again, just like in the old days when he was a broke student. So, the big electric oven is back in storage.
He placed the grill in the middle of the backyard, in the shade. Charcoal and firelighters stood by as he frantically tried to start a good fire that would be enough to light the charcoal. I was assigned to prepare all the vegetables, so they were all on the round table along with pepper powder, coleslaw, and mashed potatoes.
We are almost done with all the meat when Johnston drives in and parks his monster truck in a free space in the garage. He jumps out and walks over to greet us.
For me, a hug, for Zane, a friendly fist bump.
"Well, at leas
