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Show 122 original stonework, allowing only the long windows to peer out at the western sky. "Don't you love it, Parker?" Dyna asked as he helped her out of the truck. "Yeah," he agreed, eloquent as ever. Now, as Parker and she opened the gate and started up the walk, Derek, Greg and Lisa came out of the kitchen and onto the porch, giggling, carrying paper cups. "Hey, guess what we're doing?" Derek lifted his tomato juice in salute as they approached. "We're watching the sun set. Oscar told us we had to." "Really?" Dyna exclaimed. Oscar hadn't forgotten! Saturday, she'd told him a good party should be planned in segments. She'd read that in a magazine once. The first half-hour of her party they'd decided to call the "sunset segment." Apparently, the sunset segment was already underway. The two boys and Lisa sat down on the edge of the porch, all in a row, like birds on a wire. "Exciting, huh?" Greg said. "I hope this won't be too much for me." Laughing, Parker and Dyna went on in to greet the others. The long kitchen was warm and full of good smells. Oscar had fired up the old cook stove which he'd spent most of last Saturday polishing. He and Mrs. Simpson were cooking, shoulder to shoulder, chatting away like two old ranch hands. "These sausages are starting to swell," Dyna heard her say. "I'll soon have to take them up." She was busily forking over the links in the cast iron skillet, but she turned with a big smile as they came in. "Hi, you two. You hungry?" "Starved!" Dyna answered. "Look, hot maple syrup." Parker actedas if he'd just discovered the Mother Lode. Dyna joined him, inhaling at the white crockery pitchers that stood steaming on the counter. She closed her eyes in ecstacy. "You're goin" first-class, Oscar." He snorted, not looking up from the batter he was pouring. |
