Vanessa’s backyard was full.
Neighbors held dishes
paper and plastic cups.
The conversations slowed down as I walked through the door.
Irvin saw me first.
He had to hide a smile.
Vanessa didn’t.
“What are you doing here?”
“I brought you a hostess gift.”
I placed the box on the patio table.
“Open it.”
By then, half the yard was looking.
Vanessa lifted the lid.
There was a hammer inside.
A complete set of screwdrivers.
Three types of batteries.
