#69 Get well soon, Mallory!
After the toast, Dad carved the turkey and we each put in our requests.
"I'd like white meat, please," I said.
"I want half-dark and half-white," Nicky said. "And a drumstick."
Dad chuckled. "Why don't you start with the drumstick, and then we'll see about seconds."
Mom removed the lids from the bowls holding the potatoes and peas and onions, and steam filled the air. After a flurry of plate passing, and of requesting butter and the gravy boat, and more bread, the room suddenly fell almost silent. The only sound was the munching of ten very contented people.
"I'd like white meat, please," I said.
"I want half-dark and half-white," Nicky said. "And a drumstick."
Dad chuckled. "Why don't you start with the drumstick, and then we'll see about seconds."
Mom removed the lids from the bowls holding the potatoes and peas and onions, and steam filled the air. After a flurry of plate passing, and of requesting butter and the gravy boat, and more bread, the room suddenly fell almost silent. The only sound was the munching of ten very contented people.