She sipped her drink, surprised to find it really was her favorite, a pumpkin spice latte.
No. Pumpkin told me Billy asked him to buy booze, but he refused.
Most of the guests seemed content in the parlor, listening to Pumpkin Green ramble away about his upcoming Fourth of July water fight.
Having each some shingles of thought well dried, we sat and whittled them, trying our knives, and admiring the clear yellowish grain of the pumpkin pine.
The balance of the day was spent moving Fred back to his own now-vacant room and later with Cynthia joining Dean in a patrol of the surrounding area looking for Pumpkin Green.
Dean wondered if Bird Song could afford the food bill as he sat down and joined Pumpkin for a cup of coffee.
The trio had pretty much dismissed Pumpkin Green's involvement in spite of his connection with the play.
An old truck followed, with Pumpkin Green, Billy Langstrom, and other water fight participants aboard, all outfitted in heavy fire-fighting gear for their early afternoon combat.
Dean grabbed the near-empty plate, salvaging the few remaining morsels while Pumpkin was searching for more empty pockets to fill as he rose to leave.
Dean and his wife joined the group, followed by Brandon Westlake, Pumpkin Green, and a newly arrived Midwesterner named Hank.