You wouldn’t be inaccurate.
Then, again, neither is my assessment.
Conspicuously absent is one female
member of this family. Kristina
should be here for her kids.
And speaking of the demonic duo,
wonder what manner of evil David
and Donald are perpetrating right now.
Upstairs. In my former room.
I’ll check it out in a few. Meanwhile,
I probably should be social. “Hello,
ladies. Need any help?”
Mom says, Don’t think so. But thanks.
Misty says, How sweet of you to offer.
Leigh snorts, knowing the offer was
mostly empty. Nikki’s mom
turns rheumy eyes at me. Whoa.
How much wine has she sloshed already?
Nikki, sweet Nikki, sidles over, clearly
wanting to kiss me. Except
her mom is standing there staring.
Like I care. I reach, pull her right
up against me. “Your turkey thing smells
really good.” Then I whisper,
“But not as good as you,” and
I give her a giant lip smack, despite four
pairs of eyes pointed directly at the two
of us. Voyeurs deserve what they see.
Nikki smiles, but extricates herself
from my grasp and goes to be one