Girl says: 'Whoever thought of putting Crispy Duck on a pizza is a genius.'
Mr says: 'Whoever thought of putting Crispy Duck on a pizza is a genius.'
Mr Thorn orders a burger. He's not a pizza man.
Granma Grace likes the Hawaiian best. We sit at the table's end, loving the view and the clatter and the state of the grandchildren after the cake.
Our next grandchild is growing in a neat bump: this time next year, another high chair pulled to the table.
The coffee is late.
There's a little box on the table, it has a pair of cufflinks in it. Gold on silver, a present for Mr, handed from Granma, with a note that made him quietly cry. They were his father's, once.
Mr's daughters made the cake. It is light and sweet with perfect crumb.