RSSFriends for Thanksgiving: Part 1
November 28, 2009
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Welcome to a special, holiday edition of Fiction Friday. This is a two part story. While today’s installment is pretty normal, many people are likely to find tomorrow’s conclusion disturbing. You have been warned …
“Oh, Kate, you didn’t have to bring anything,” said Erin, as she gave her friend a kiss on the cheek.
“Oh, it’s just a pumpkin pie. You and Kevin prepared the rest of the food – this is just a token of our appreciation.”
“Well, we definitely appreciate it,” chimed in Kevin. “Pumpkin pie is my favorite. Let me grab your coats. Dinner is ready to be served.”
Kevin hung up the coats while Kate and Tom followed Erin to the kitchen. The smell of turkey, stuffing, corn, and potatoes wafted through the air.
“Everything smells so good. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday of the year. What’s not a like about a national eating holiday?” laughed Tom.
Their hostess grabbed the carving knife. “What part of the turkey do you like, Tom?” she asked.
“I’m a leg man.” Tom held his plate out, and Erin slid a juicy drumstick onto it.
The four friends took their places around the table and began passing around bowls of food. Kevin took a large portion of mashed potatoes, topped the mound with stuffing and corn, and poured a river of gravy over the top. Tom grabbed two slices of Erin’s famous corn bread, and Kate served herself an extra large portion of the delicious cranberries. Erin herself appeared to play no favorite – she took equal portions of each dish – to the point of taking some of the white meat and some of the dark.
The foursome began their feast, and a pleasant silence enveloped the room, punctuated only by the sounds of chewing and an occasional burp. During the second helping, the eating began to slow a bit, and conversation resumed.
“Stafford’s going to light up the Packers,” proclaimed Tom, in between bites of turkey.
Kevin smiled politely. This was not the time to stoke and argument about the relative strengths of the Packers and Lions. Tom was a complete moron for believing that Detroit was on the same level with Green Bay. In the grand scheme of things, it really didn’t matter very much, though.
“He definitely had a good week against Cleveland. We’ll see if he can maintain that sort of momentum. Rookie quarterbacks can hit some bumps in the road.”
“This isn’t just any rookie,” exclaimed his friend. “This is Matthew effing Stafford, number one draft pick in the whole world.”
Erin interrupted Tom’s idol worship. “Does anyone have room for a slice of Kate’s pie?”
In spite of the large meal, everyone seemed to have just enough room for one slice of pumpkin pie. Tom loosened his belt a notch while Erin popped up from her chair. She returned to the table with the pumpkin pie, as well as a container of Cool Whip.
“Awesome,” said Tom. “There’s nothing better than pumpkin pie with Cool Whip.”
After everyone had finished their pie, Erin began to collect the dishes. Kate stood up the help her while the guys headed to the living room to watch football.
“It’s under control, Kate. I’ll handle the dishes. You can go watch the game.”
Kate put up a feeble protest before joined the men in front of the big screen TV. By the time that Kate had finished the dishes, all three were sound asleep, thanks to the turkey and wine.
TO BE CONTINUED …