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"Honey, could you start the gravy?" One
of the sugary sweet aunts started
towards her, with flour and and oversized plastic sucker thing. Maggie smiled. A cacophony of deep hoots erupted from the opposite side of the house. "Honestly. Those guys. For once, they could shut that silly game off." "Oh, you know that wouldn't happen. It wouldn't be Thanksgiving without us having to work over the sound of their nonsense." "Speaking of noise, has anyone checked on the kids lately?" The aunt had reached Maggie by now, thrusting the baster into her hand. "Now you just let me know if you need a mixing bowl for that flour and milk. We wouldn't want lumps on Thanksgiving." More... |
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