Lucas and I lay on our backs on the grass, the tops of our heads touching, the rest of our bodies facing away from each other. We had devoured the contents of Alfonso's basket and now lounged contentedly, while I occasionally broke of small pieces of grass and dropped them on Lucas's face.

"Are you trying to turn me into soil?", Lucas asked dryly. "It won't work."

I giggled as he pulled up a particularly large clump, shook out the dirt from the roots, then dropped the thing on me.

I brushed it ...