Kimbra
Our round table echoes with coughs and throat clearing. Though earlier I caught Duncan watching me with an unusual expression, now he's having fun with the rest of my family. Honestly, his coughs are as loud as everyone else as my grandma takes another sip of her wine and repeats her question.
"Why can't I give it to her? I brought it." She eyes each person suspiciously. "I hope you all aren't coming down with something."
At the head table Scarlett and Kurt are smiling for pictures and sipping champagne. Sheila just finished her matron-of-honor toast, and it's about time for Uncle Albert to speak.
I wish they'd get on with it. I'm hungry, and with the number of glasses of wine Grandma and Mom have had, they need more substantial food than the cheese squares and crackers.
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