"That's a large ham," I said. She told me it was a 50 pounder. I said, "I didn't know hams could be that large."
"The record is 180 pounds for a ham. Look it up," she said in a combative tone I found unnecessary.
"PibbXtra?" I asked, changing the subject. "Is that like Mr. Pibb?"
"Same drink, new name. Can you move so I can come in please?"
Ruth walked into the kitchen to set down the 50 pounder and the Pibbs. I wondered what to say because I didn't eat ham and I was pretty sure Ruth knew that. She popped a Pibb and found her way to the livingroom, settling on the couch in front of the tv. I texted people I knew who might come over to eat ham on a whim. Within 20 minutes, people started arriving. I created a macaroni salad while people collected around a Judge Judy episode I was sorry to be missing.
All in all, it ended up being a pretty good last night of vacation.