Edith washed her hands at the kitchen sink when Alex walked in the back door. “It’s beautiful today,” she said.
“Sure is.” Alex smiled at her, something he’d been doing a lot more since he’d started dating Nicki.
“I’m putting in the turkey now,” Edith said, though she still had to wash it, dry it, stuff it, and smear butter under the skin. That would take…
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