As Pam headed downstairs to the kitchen, she could hear an argument going on.
“But Dad, I’m hungry now! Why do I have to wait?” Bill said with an uncustomary whine in his sweet little voice.
His dad said firmly, “Bill, you know the rules. We have to save our appetites. Wait for Mom to finish cooking, then we can sit down and share our Thanksgiving meal with the Wilsons. It’s a special day, and it only comes once a year.”
Pam smiled at her husband Dan as she entered the kitchen. “And we’re lucky to have such nice new neighbors to share it with us,” she said brightly. “Tom and Myrtle will be here shortly and then we can begin.”
Bill grumbled for a few minutes until he remembered he had a new video game to try out. He disappeared into his room and Pam breathed a sigh of relief. Dan came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as she leaned back into his embrace.
“Everything’s going to be fine, honey,” he said softly as he kissed her neck. “You worry every year about Thanksgiving dinner and every year it turns out beautifully.”
Pam leaned away from him and smiled. “I know. Don’t mind me, you know how the holidays get me going.”
Dan squeezed her again. “I know, sweetie. Now,” his voice turned brisk, “is there anything I can do to help?”
“No, you just go watch your football game. Dinner will be ready soon. You go relax.” Pam patted him lovingly as she shooed him out of her domain.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Pam smoothed down her hair as she hurried to the front door. “Tom! Myrtle! Come in, come in. Happy Thanksgiving!”
Tom handed over a bottle of cheap chardonnay. “I hope this goes with the turkey. I don’t know much about wines but the shopkeeper said it was a good one.” Myrtle elbowed him sharply in the ribs, then beamed at Pam. “Your home is so beautiful! Thanks so much for inviting us.” They took off their jackets and Pam hung them in the front closet.
“Please, make yourselves at home.” She gestured to the living room. “I’ve got appetizers coming right away. Dan! Billy! Our guests are here!”
The hors d’oeuvres were soon devoured with much conviviality and cheer. Tom and Myrtle spoke about their recent move to Maine, and Tom’s new job at the corporate law offices of Vince, Strong & Baker. Pam and Dan laughed at all of Tom’s off color jokes. Even Billy was a good boy, sitting quietly and on his best behavior.
Finally it was time to sit down to dinner. Pam piled plates high with turkey and dressing, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans and sweet yams. Tom and Myrtle ate until they were full, and even managed to fit in a slice of Pam’s homemade apple pie. As they finished, they sat in a surfeited silence.
After a few moments, Tom looked around him, his pleasant alcoholic haze lifting a little. “Boy, you guys didn’t eat much. You’ve still got food on your plates, while Myrtle and I made pigs of ourselves!”
Pam, the erstwhile hostess, smiled gently and said, “Why Tom, we wanted to be sure you were good and stuffed before we had our Thanksgiving dinner!” Then she, Dan and Billy fell upon their guests with sharp knives and teeth, and the blood squirted and flew.
A very good time was had by all. Once again, Pam had outdone herself.
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