"We’d fallen into the social rhythm of summer. Sling food all day — make it or pass it or wipe the tables down. Squirrel the tips away in an envelope in your sock drawer. Spend too much on beer when you can get it; spend the rest on coffee and movies and magazines. Drink in fields with new friends and old friends. Drink at movie theaters. Go to parties in the basements of kids you sort of knew in high school. Feel the warm hum of belonging. Sweat and slouch and eat hamburgers in your backyard and wait."