Why is he dancing a colorful tribal dance?
The backstreet boys couldn't come. They had to wait outside and pay for themselves. They sent word to the Usatires: A small group of people had arrived. Two guys stepped into the car, and suddenly we heard the beat of horns and the sound of women laughing. I hadn't even noticed. The group of people was coming to dinner. The Usatires don't take part in black clapboard parties, and they have none here. The crowd is always hostile to them, or at least the other way around. After dinner, the children began to get restless. A crowd had begun to form. They had set up sleeping bags and blankets on the driveway and then given out board games and tube socks and told the teenagers to play.