His face brightened when he saw Shelly’s white dress blowing in the evening winds as she crossed the cotton patch. As he picked up the basket and started putting the plates, wine glasses, and the empty wine bottle back into it, he said, “This isn’t Day of the Dead stuff. So has Vidalia. With the strength that comes from the kiln, however, and without the severe winters of the more northern states to freeze and crack the mortar which held the bricks together, the benches and supports for what appeared to be a stone picnic table still stood as solid as when they had been built many decades before. The crowd knew someone had been celebrating the Witches’ Sabbath in the river bottoms on Halloween for the past couple of years. She was married in that dress. Shelly pulled herself partially up on top of him, kissed him and said, “If we time it right, we can finish just as the sun comes up.”
“I’m not sure I can time things that well,” he replied softly. With the strength that comes from the kiln, however, and without the severe winters of the more northern states to freeze and crack the mortar which held the bricks together, the benches and supports for what appeared to be a stone picnic table still stood as solid
