Speakin’ of, where the hell are the steaks?
‘Hennie! Get them steaks out here! Fire is perfect!’
‘Always is, dad.’ Had to put my hand on Lea’s face to push it away from the flames.
‘Go get the steaks from your mom. Git.’ Stanton comes up from behind us and snaps his towel at Lea. Got her good, right smack on the back of the leg. I can’t help but giggle a bit. Lea holds back a scream and some tears when, tired of waitin’, Hennie comes out with a huge plate of meat and some corn on the cob still in the husk.
‘Lord almighty! Hank! That fire is hot enough to cook a whole cow, tail and all!’ I look back and she’s right. Flames are seven feet up about lickin’ the clouds. I coulda swore it was just smolderin’ a second earlier. Lea’s still hoverin’ right next to it, rubbin’ her leg with a flus
