As if he had just dropped by for a beer.
(The potent smell of turpentine;
paint stained jeans and a checkered shirt)
a big man with a beard engulfed Dorothy in a hug.

She kissed him European style on both checks.
He said: "I want to show you something I'm working on.
It's in the back of my truck."

With their arms around each other, They went out the door together.

Suddenly Uncle Roger was at my side,
with a fist full of bread sticks.