Kalene’s grandmother’s yard was bordered by a row of hug pine trees. A fat strip of grass separated the trees from the house. Between the trees and the house, on the strip of weedy grass, grew an eight foot tall bush. Also, there was a stack of cinderblocks arranged in a circle around matted grass clipping. In late July the only thing that wasn’t green was the cinderblocks and the small white flowers that grew in clusters on the bush. The flower’s thick smell stayed in the wet air and drew bees. The bees’ sounds were as loud as a lawn mower. By early August the flowers became delicate brown scabs on the ground, making everything less green. The bees had to go somewhere else.

Kalene and Francis Rose built the cinderblock circle and called it a club house. They conducted two person meetings. They drank orange juice, which also attracted bees, and watered the dead grass, thinking it was good for their thatch floor.