Oh, family reunions…weighed heavily on Ralph’s mind.
Ralph, wife Denise, and their five rowdy noisy children had driven three solid hours to this central park to meet up with all Denise’s relatives. Millions and millions of relatives. Thousands and thousands of children.
Denise had cooked for a week to prepare for this event. The kitchen smelled of pickles, onions, salsa, and pepper. Their car positively reeked of all the food, plus a soiled diaper, boy smells, garlic, and little princess fingernail polish.
Three hours here for four hours of unadulterated friendliness and sloppy hugs seemed to be unnecessary. Attach another three hours home and Ralph was all nice-good-fellowed-out.
After three helpings of pistachio cloud salad, Ralph was done. Off in the distance on private property was a gazebo. Oh, blessed gazebo…
Within a few minutes' walk, Ralph collapsed in gazebo’s dark interior. A few groans and bodily function noises later, Ralph was asleep. If they want to go home, they will have to find me first… were his last thoughts as dreamland claimed him.
p.s. I am not certain that Ralph is alone in that gazebo...something pink seems to be there...but I went with Ralph being alone.