Dinner Party When was the last time you played in the sand?

Crowded to one end of the table, my Oinkle (Uncle) Tony, my cousin Annie, and my dad Ub (it's a longstanding nickname) whisper to each other, while shooting the look of death to the other side where two young boys sit. One is Holden Caulfield, the star of J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye and the love of my life. The other is Peter Pan. I feel no need to explain further. Because everyone knows Peter Pan. And if you don't, why are you even here in the first place?

"Who are those intruders?" Ub whispers to Annie and Oinkle Tony.

"Well, that," Anne says as she points to Peter Pan, "is my future husband."

Oinkle Tony grunts.

"Who are you?" Oinkle Tony mumbles to Holden Caulfield between grunts.

"Holden Caulfield."

"Jayne would invite you." Ub comments.

"Great decorations. I miss the beach." Anne says.

"I guess this is a beach party for those who never want to grow up." Ub says.

Peter Pan grins as he says, "You've got that right."

The waiter brings out a plate of fish for the guests to eat.

"What sword of fish is this?" Ub says while chuckling.
(He loves his corny jokes.)

"That's not sword fish. That's shnapper." Annie says with a heavy lisp.
With this, everyone at the table is thrown into hysterics. Peter Pan has shot milk through his nose. And Holden is about to run away. (Holden is known for his fleeing when things don't go his way. See The Catcher in the Rye.)