IT'S TURKEY TIME
Greetings exchanged and assigned tasks completed it was time to sit down for dinner. The din of conversation was punctuated with laughter and the soft clatter of silverware. They look deceptively normal, just another family gathered for the holiday.
"..that's not how it went at all! We both turned the corner at the same time and he ran into my fist. With his face." Judging by her expression Enola didn't quite believe what she was saying either.
Izzy contented herself with further mashing the mashed potatoes on her plate. She tested her parent's reflexes on occasion by dropping or knocking over anything that had managed to find its way within her reach.