They had moved it outside onto the courtyard to enjoy the dying sunlight. It was a cool night, and the fireflies came out to dance about their heads, adding a sense of enchantment. Liz put on an amazing spread with so much food they couldn’t fit it all on one table, and had to reach over to a second table if they wanted pork or mashed potatoes. “This is a verifiable feast, Mum,” Ernest said. “It’s a special day tomorrow,” Liz said. “I wanted to celebrate.” “We’re certainly doing that,” Fritz said. He reached for the peas. His arm jerked, and he grunted with pain. He rubbed his muscles. Bill picked up his fork, and then dropped it. He massaged his wrist. “I see we’re all in great shape,” Liz said. “Before we eat,” Bill said, “I thought we could say a few words.” He extended his hands to Fritz, who sat on his right, and Ernest on his left. “Are you serious?” Ernest said. “We used to do it all the time before we got shipwrecked on this island,”
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