alty potato chips, half eaten. "My mom said that wasn't enough," he
             sheepishly admitted, "and she's bringing a Jell-O-mold later, but she
             didn't trust me to take it because she thought I'd break it. I hope you
             I had a Mr. Salty from the bag, and though my heart was sinking, I
             said lime was fine/ I was beginning to question my own judgment in letting
             the guests set the menu. Still, the music seemed to be working out fine.
             "Ticket to Ride" set the tone, I thought, very well.
             Guest 2: Faulkner's "A Rose for Emily"
             "What is that horrible noise'" came a quick, strident Southern lilt
             from the door. "Sounds like those bums that buy all of the pineapple juice
             to mix with their gin," Sammy muttered.
             ...