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CarleyChapter 2
I’d brought a steak marinated in olive oil and a pre-baked potato, both wrapped in foil. The grill was hot. I unwrapped the steak, set it where it would cook and set the potato where it would get hot. I refilled our wine glasses and Carley and I sat at the picnic table. More people had arrived. The stocky black guy, George, and two other guys whose names I didn’t catch were sitting at the table along with Dianne and a girl named Ruth who would have been ordinary looking if not for her...