"I thought I was the one wasting away?" He asks, still making his leisurely way through his own meal. The cool crunch of the slaw with the buttery fluffy biscuits and the sweet-salty taste of the chicken brings back memories of lazy weekend picnics in the relative safety of the screened-in porch - only a few of the swarming mosquitoes could get past the netting. Grandpappy had always insisted on old-fashioned netting rather than any of the more effective high-tech devices.