quicklog: connie/adrian grillin
[Connie took advantage of any nice night there was in November. As far as she was concerned, the rabies outbreak totally ruined her nice autumn nights and now she was left with November that was like a halfway microwaved chicken strip. But, tonight was warmish. Tonight was nice if you wore a big jacket and slippers. So, she was grillin.
The Gunster family grill was a large, metal monster. If Connie wanted to sell grills for a living down at the hardware store, she could talk shop with the best of them. She had to, after all, since she was mother, father, sister and brother. All roles had to be played and so the monster grill was necessary to a perfect, suburban household.
She was in her big, blue puffy jacket and her white hair stuck up like she had been electrocuted today. The smell of delicious ground beef being charred over an open flame filled the backyard as she stood there drinking beer and flippin burgers.]