It was probably for the best, I reasoned—with a family this big, it could get rowdy real fast trying to do a serious activity later in the night.
While the adults jumped into serving themselves, the kids were instructed to bring their plates up to the main table. I started to rise to help Crista and Dylan, but one of Will’s aunts took over the role, generously filling both of their plates with the best cuts of meat she could find.
Crista skipped over to me with a look of urgency while her plate was being filled. She patted my shoulder then leaned in to speak right into my eardrum. “Please, Ollie, can you make sure I get some turkey?”
“You’ll get some turkey.”
“I don’t want all that other stuff. Just the turkey.”
It was kind of a little late for that. Crista’s plate already had a selec
