“Think it’s dark enough for the fireworks?” Sam asked.
Everyone looked up. “Yeah, now is good,” his father replied. “Y’all set things up on the other side of the pond, and I’ll get everyone settled here for the show.”
The display was spectacular, fascination etched on every child’s face as the continual bursts of light danced like fingers through the sky. When the last explosion of color had faded away, Mr. Grayfox stoked the fire and threw on a few more logs. Everyone gathered around the roaring flames, sitting on quilts, the grass, or chairs pulled from around the sawhorse tables to enjoy ancient tribal tales and the occasional ghost story.
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