That night they were all out on the porch. The twilight was blurred and soft. Supper was almost ready and the smell of cabbage floated to them from the open hall. All of them were together except Hazel, who had not come from work, and Etta, who still lay sick in bed. Their Dad leaned back in his chair with his sock-feet on the banisters. Bill was on the steps with the kids. Their Mama sat on th swing fanning herself with the newspaper.