Last Thursday, we all gathered at the family hunting camp in Grand Cane for Thanksgiving.
It was the first time we had done this, as we usually go to Mom and Dad’s house in Mansfield.
There were “the sixteen of us”, as we call ourselves: Mom, Dad, my family of five, and my sisters and their husbands and families. Cousins galore.
All was going well. The Bears vs Lions game was blaring. Several of us were in the kitchen preparing and laying out dishes. There was the usual chattering and laughing.
The dressing, sweet potato casserole, corn casserole, yeast rolls, salad, and iced tea were all placed around the island in the kitchen.
Finally, someone said, “Well, where’s the turkey?”
Things suddenly got quiet.
People stood very still and got that deer-in-the-headlight look in their eyes.
Stone-faced, Mama said, “I don’t have a turkey.”
“Quit teasing, Mama!” my sister Ashley said. “We know you’re joking.”