Chapter 64: Thanksgiving III
Chapter 62
And then, the thankfulness took a turn.
I groaned and whispered, "Here we go again..." while watching my Gramma seated next to me.
"I'm thankful I'll be dead someday, and you'll all feel horrible you weren't nicer to me," Evelyn declared dramatically.
"And I'm thankful that our daughter gave us at least one grandchild before she..." Lenore said, looking at me, before bursting into tears. Grandpa Sheldon consoled her.
Judith, not missing a beat, chimed in, "I'm thankful I finally found a therapist who has no compunction about prescribing powerful sedatives."
Uncle Charlie was looking at me like he was silently saying, 'Fix it.'
I looked back, mouthing, 'How?'
'You're smart,' his eyes seemed to insist.
'Yeah, but in this case, you need to be a god,' I thought, giving him a look.
Finally, I shrugged and muttered under my breath, 'I told you our family was not a good one to impress. Or, at least, not a good impression.'
I leaned toward the phone on speaker and heard Chandler say, "Jake, my parents would be a great addition to your Thanksgiving table."
