A few seconds in the microwave had the steaks and kebobs back to fresh-off-the-grill heat. They sat on the balcony to eat, watching the last of the sunset fade to gray. Once the glow was gone, the temperature began to drop quickly. In the dry air, extreme swings from high and low were common. It would probably be in the lower forties tonight, although midday had seen well above eighty.
Troy gathered their few dishes and carried them into the kitchen, Juan on his heels. Burrito Belle tagged along, looking hopefully at the two plates. There was hardly more than a hint of meat flavor left, but Troy put them down so she could see for herself. A few quick swipes with her tongue took care of all there was. Dishes now prewashed, Troy put them in the dishwasher, while Juan fidgeted.
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