Chapter 39
During dinner things went smoothly until Yolanda tried to fill Lynne’s glass with red wine. “Sorry cousin, no can do,” she told her as she placed a hand over the top of the wine glass. “Did you jump on the wagon or something? That’s so unlike you.” “Naw. I’ve got stress-induced acute gastritis. Can’t have any alcohol with the meds I’m taking.” “Bummer. “Further proof that you need a new job.” “We’re not having this discussion two holidays in a row, Vinny,” she told her brother through clenched teeth. “Drop it.” He mimed a zipper and continued to pile food onto his plate. After dinner it was time for the adults’ presents. As yet another Prentice tradition goes, the gifts were distributed by age so the elders go first starting with Mr. Prentice, Uncle Phillip, Mrs. Prentice, Aunt Shel
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