O.K. here's the scoop: My boyfriend invited me to go to a cookout with him. Of course I accepted. His mom, dad, and sister came along. We drove to the out skirts of a town called Bedford, Virginia, where there are lots of farms and countryside houses. We turned onto a dirt road and drove until we came upon a barn-shaped gathering place. About four families were there. The dwelling was a sort of car garage on the bottom floor and a kind of house on the top floor. Nobody lived there; It was...