17. Potato Salad

Kay asks if I would like to try some of her potato salad. I don’t eat such things. Given her problems with mobility, minus half a leg, it is a challenge for her to feel useful, but she and Pop seem to have it worked out for this barbecue. Potato salad is one of her specialties, and she has spent the evening whipping up her concoction as though she was going for a prize at the state fair. It had been a whole two weeks since her last visit, so I am well-stocked with patience.

“It’s not store-bought; it’s homemade,” she says. This is the first time that I noticed that she has a bit of a southern accent. Pop says, “We’re going to eat high-on-the-hog tonight. We’re going to eat some hog tonight!” She giggles.