K. packed me a lunch and I ate it standing in the middle of a concrete playground watching O. chase around a soccer ball with a bunch of other little kids. A big group was climbing around inside the remains of a tree blown over in the hurricane, swinging from dead and nearly snapped branches, crawling all around. I wonder if this is why the parks and playgrounds were supposed to be closed until further notice. K. puts cayenne pepper in the mayonnaise, and that is the right thing to do.

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