Jaime’s father is grilling on a large, stainless steel, propane grill in the backyard.  He wears long sleeves as the wind has become cooler.

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The younger brother and sister kick a soccer ball back and forth to each other.  The sister kicks it away from her younger brother causing him to chase it down to the fence.

The clouds roll in and block out the sun.  The yard goes gray.

Jaime comes out with an empty plate and takes it to his father.

DAD: Just hold it out there.

Jaime obeys.  Dad begins to stack burgers onto the plate.

JAIME: Plate’s about full.

Dad stacks another couple on.  One falls on the ground.

DAD: God dammit!

JAIME: I’ll be back to clean it up.

He opens the back door into the living room.  He passes the same group as before.  They occupy the same positions.  Beers in hands.

The television claps and flashes green from the fairways used in the golf tournament.  Jaime continues to the kitchen.

The same ladies sit and talk at the table.  They snack on carrots and crackers.  They don’t notice Jaime pass with the burgers.  Jaime sets the plate on the counter.  Mom takes a pot of beans off the stove and pours them into a bowl.  She puts the pot into the sink, then grabs another plate and hands it to Jaime.

MOM: Take this to your father.  He’ll need it for the hot dogs.

JAIME: They’re not done yet.

MOM: Just give it to him anyway.

Jaime obeys.  He makes his way back through the kitchen, past the chatting women, and to the living room.  He walks behind the sitting men and out the door again.

Jaime walks straight towards his dad, places the plate on the grill’s shelf and walks abruptly away.  He leaves the burger on the patio.

Jaime walks behind the couch to the other side of the living and exits to the foyer, in front of the stairs.