Tossed green salad

Brought out the mayonnaise but switched midstream and did something else instead. 

Cutting these croutons reminded me of Mary Hennigan, Gary's sister. The three of us stopped at a place like Denny's, that or something similar to that, as our wont, we kept odd hours that summer due to their mother's job at the time as manager of a Shreveport hotel, Quality Inn. Very late at night or early in the morning, the restaurant had no crackers and Mary was put off. "How am I expected to eat this salad without any crackers?" It ruined the whole deal for her and she would not be calmed down about it. She was all of fourteen years old, and we fifteen and sixteen. Looking back, honesty, I don't know how we roamed around so much on our own. (Their mother carried a gun in her purse. Right there on top. A Saturday night special. That means just some raunchy old gun.)