Children raced through the house with wet feet.
Adults opened our refrigerator.
Someone moved my dining chairs onto the patio.
Uncle Leonard used our good salad bowl to hold water balloons.
Adults opened our refrigerator.
“That bowl was a wedding gift,” I gasped.
Glenn zoomed in.
“Was.”
We watched children bounce on the lounge chairs.
One chair bent.
A boy ran through the flower bed. Marie waved him away from the roses, not because he was crushing them, but because he was blocking her photograph.
A boy ran through the flower bed.
Then Tommy walked toward her with an empty juice box.
“Mom, where do I put this?”
Marie barely looked up.
“Just throw it in the pool.”
Tommy hesitated.
“In the water?”
“It’s fine. Aunt Bessie has one of those cleaning things.”
“Just throw it in the pool.”
He tossed it.
Another child copied him.
Then another.
Within minutes, garbage began landing in the water from every direction.
