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“Do you think this Rose would let me use my special marinade?” Henry asks, coming back outside.
“Huh?” Kevin asks, nearly dropping the ring into the grass.
“Honest to Pete, I have this special marinade,” Henry says. He takes a swig of beer. “Just some secret ingredients, I’d say. Would you mind turning the steaks for me? Here’s the flipper.” He hands Kevin a metal spatula.