He stood up, waved to his wife Lillian, and started for the trees with Leigh Ann and John following behind. He hadn’t gotten more than ten paces away when a soft noise echoed off the trees.
Thump, Thump
Philip stopped and turned around. Clint was drumming his feet on the ground as he ripped open the bag and started putting marshmallows onto plates that Lillian was handing him.
Lillian looked up and saw Philip’s hesitation. “The kids want their marshmallows!” she called. “Go and get the sticks!”
“Yeah, dad, let’s go!” said John, tugging on his father’s red-checkered shirt.
Philip reached up to his forehead and found, to his amazement, a film of sweat under his blonde hair. He shook himself and nodded, “Okay, let’s go.” He headed off to the nearest tree and started scrounging under it, “Here’s one, two, three, there that’s good. We can share three.”
He sprinted back to the safety of the campfire, leaving Leigh Ann and John perplexed as the hurried to follow.
“What’s the rush, dad?” Asked Leigh Ann, her brow wrinkled.
“Oh, I thought you wanted marshmallows, so I decided to hurry,” said Philip with a grin plastered on his face, “so let’s toast those mallows!”
Lillian noticed that something was wrong despite her husband’s cheerful expression. “I’m going to get some baby food for Kimmy, guys. Philip, can you come with me?” Lillian picked up Kim, the baby, in her baby carrier and started for the car.
Philip hopped up, “Clint, help your brothers and sisters with their marshmallows.” At that exact moment, John dropped his marshmallow and it rolled into the shadows.
“I’ll help you with that,” said Clint, as he began to look for the stray sweet.
Philip followed his wife to their van. She turned to look at him, a concerned expression on her face. “Is something wrong, honey?”
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