. . . and time for a lobster feast, at the house my niece Keaton and her husband Jimmy had rented for themselves and their two kids

Jimmy boiled up the crustaceans.

The kids were suitably impressed.

The adults no less.

The dog, who had a persistent case of diarrhea from lustily drinking seawater at every opportunity, was indifferent but generally content.

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