Frankie came upon Robyn sitting on a white flannel sheet spread out on the grass. A single yellow tin plate containing two peanut butter sandwiches sat in the middle of the blanket, two white paper napkins tucked neatly beneath. A red thermos stood beside the plate. At the top of the sheet sat a canvas knapsack, emptied and folding in on itself.
“You’re just on time.” Robyn stood up and brushed the front of her shorts (baby blue today) as if – impossibly – there might be crumbs on them. “I’ve prepared us lunch. I hope you like peanut butter sandwiches.”
Frankie nodded.
“I see you’ve brought dessert, how thoughtful.” Robyn reached for the box of Cap’n Crunch. “Here, let me take those from you.”
“I have some water, too.”
“We can drink it after we finish the Freshie. Do you like grape Fr
