This year was my parents’ turn to host Thanksgiving for my dad’s family, but since both of my mom’s parents were deceased and Mel was mom’s only sibling and Betsy’s family were a bunch of openly homophobic racist Bible-thumping cunt-monkeys, Mel and Betsy were in town for the holiday.
“How’s the new job?” I asked my aunt Mel.
Mel added a bag of precut Julienne carrots to the large bowl of mixed salad greens and cherry tomatoes, tossing everything together. “Good. How’s school?”
“Alex, put the rolls on the table,” my mom interrupted and handed me a basket of hot bread and handed Corin the butter dish. “And get out of the way.”
“School’s school,” I said over my shoulder as Corin and I were shooed out of the room. I set the basket in the middle of the long dining room table.
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