Tulip (5)

The pleasant clink of ice cubes in glasses of lemonade added to the refreshing break that Krystal and her family enjoyed together. Much work around the house and yard had been done, but much work was still left to do. “Another letter?” Father asked. “Yes,” said Mother, “we’re up to the I in TULIP—irresistible grace.” “Hm,” he took another sip, “this lemonade sure quenches the thirst, doesn’t it?” “Yea,” Jamie fervently agreed. He was almost finished with his glass and was eyeing some more....