“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
I kept walking.
“Stop right there. Do not come any closer.”
I stopped ten feet from the table. Forty people formed a half circle around us. Wind in the trees. The faint hum of the bouncy castle blower. No one moved.
Karen set down the knife, reached into her neckline, and pulled out her phone.
“I’m calling the police right now,” she said.
I looked at my boys, then back at her.
