Tulip (6)

“More ice-cold lemonade, Jamie?” Mother asked. “Yes, please!” he said as he held his empty glass out for more. It was a warm afternoon. “I’ll pour it for you,” Krystal volunteered, “besides, I’d like some my-self.” She liked to practice being hostess, too. “Would you like some more lemonade, Dad?” “Yes, tha—.” But that was all Father was able to say before Krystal shrieked with alarm. In her eagerness to help, she forgot how slippery and wet a cold pitcher of lemonade would be on such a...