Mom got up from the table and took Mikey aside. “They should be almost finished by now. You wait here and I’ll check. If they’re going to be much longer, I’ll dig out that old chamber pot in the cellar.”
Mikey sat down in Mom’s warm chair and squirmed as he waited. His aunts and uncles chatted quietly. Frankie walked by and bumped Mikey’s shoulder with his elbow. Mikey knew he did it on purpose.
A few minutes later, Mom came back and called Mikey off to the side. “They’re cleaning up now and are almost finished. It’ll be just a few more minutes. They’ll call you when they’re ready. You can wait in the family parlor if you want to.”
“Okay, Mom.”
Mikey walked into the next room. He couldn’t sit down because he had to go so badly, so he fidgeted at the bottom of the stairs as he waited. H
