HAZEL
“Hi dad,” it takes everything I’ve got to keep my face blank. “Happy birthday.”
“Thanks,” he grunts. “What are yer all still doing outside? Get in, all of yer. That turkey against gonna roast itself.”
“It’s already in the oven dad.” Jessy rolls her eyes.
“Well, someone needs to keep a close eye on it.” Dad turns around to head back inside.
“Hi mr. Bell,” Asher says, stopping him in his tracks. “I’m Asher James. Hazel’s friend from school. Nice to meet you. Oh and happy birthday.”
“Huh-uh.” Dad grunts again and goes back into the house.
“Don’t take it personally,” I whisper to him, taking his hand in mine.
“Don’t worry. I don’t plan to.” He whispers back. We look up and Jessy is watching us with hawk eyes.
“I’ll help you with your bags,” Mary offers, taking the packs fro
