Around five-thirty, I dragged myself off bed to shower and get prepared for dinner with the Hendersons. I settled for beach shorts and a white short sleeved shirt since it felt a bit moist all day and my body could use a little air. Grabbing a bottle of wine and turning off the electrical appliances, I met Madison, Pharell and Gideon outside.
Thankfully, from the plumes of smoke coming from behind the building, it seemed we were going to eat open air. They'd set up a chiminea and five plastic Adirondack chairs. It was the perfect night for a fire — cool and dry with the beautiful sunset view.
“Hey Ethan. So nice to see you.” Madison beamed when she saw me round the bend. I smiled. She'd changed to a light, flowery pink gown and her blonde hair fluttered about in the wind. Pharrell towere
