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Eva
Reese and I whipped up a fine spur-of-the-moment backyard barbeque, if I do say so myself.
Aspen—never to be referred to as Dr. Kavanagh again—and Noel’s sister Caroline found their way into the kitchen at one point. They helped us out a lot, and we had our own round of juicy gossip, talking about all the guys while veggies were chopped and hamburger patties were formed. Skylar remained the main attraction of the day and went from outside, to inside, to outside again as more people than I could count passed her around, taking their turn at holding her.
By the time I finally left the kitchen, carrying Reese’s legendary potato salad into the garage, a table and chairs had been set up, spilling out into the front drive. Pick shut the hood to Reese’s car and was describing to Mason
