He took his glasses off as they clouded over with steam. “That was your teacher.” “Oh?” I closed my book and pressed it against my aching stomach. “She thinks we’re having company for Thanksgiving dinner.” I swallowed. My ears crackled. “She thinks SHE is our company for Thanksgiving dinner.” I sagged over. My book stuck sharp corners into my chest. “She called to say she’s bringing two pies.” Dad’s voice was tired. He rubbed his forehead. “Who else is coming?” “Just her. No one else.” “Didn’t you hear me say ‘no company’?” he asked. Tyler stared at Dad with big, round eyes. “Get me out now.” He stood up and tub water sloshed around his knees. “I want my train jammies.” Dad reached for the towel and lifted Tyler out of the tub. The tub water gurgled down the drain. “I wanted to watch the game and enjoy my family,” he said in that same tired voice. “I wanted to get this report done. And then, I wanted to relax.” “Can I have a story?”
What do You think about Turkey Monster Thanksgiving?
