I don't remember where we went specifically, but once we got there, instead of going inside, we went straight to the roof. It was sweltering hot–one of those August heat waves–and so Henry’s friends decided to cook on the roof. The view was stunning, looking over all the houses on the East Side of Providence filling in the space between treetops. It was late in the afternoon, almost early evening. I remember the sun was at such an angle that the light it cast was a warm orange-yellow and contrasted with the dark browns, blacks, and blues of the gritty rooftop speckled with chips of white paint. We grilled a chicken over charcoal. The chicken had been spatchcocked, marinated in olive oil, lemon juice, salt and pepper but not too much. It's best to marinate the chicken overnight to ensure the tangy flavors marry it. It can only be done overnight; it’s always best to leave things overnight.