"Close the circle, Jack, and let's go home," Robert told him.
Brian loaded the grill with wood, and Khaat took him the newspaper. Brian used the newspaper to help him start the wood burning, and he managed it himself for a bit, knowing it needed some time for the fire to get to the right heat to do any cooking.
"Come sit," she told him. "I'll watch it for a bit." He went over and sat down on a patio chair tiredly, rubbing his aching leg. She reached over and to draw off the pain from his leg and his arm. "You've overdone it. I can feel it," she told him.
"Just don't tell your father, and we'll be fine," he said.
"Don't blame me if he sees it anyway," she said.
"That fire was hot work. I really could use a beer," he said.
"I'll get it if you stay right there," she said.
"I will," he said. She went back to the kitchen.
"Your zeppoli look good, Jess," she said, getting out a bottle of beer and uncapping it. "Brian's overdoing it, of course. What do you think the chances are that my father isn't going to notice?" She looked at the beer and then, on second thought, got out a second and popped the cap on it. "I think I'll have one too. You want one while I'm at it, Jess?"