On Paper Wings by Magan Vernon

Author:Magan Vernon [Vernon, Magan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781503099159
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Goodreads: 16159861
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Published: 2014-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Thanksgiving. I always hated Thanksgiving.

An entire holiday dedicated to food.

Food I couldn’t eat.

Even worse, this year Aunt Dee, Britt, and I were invited to spend the holiday at Blaine’s house with his family.

I tried to think of every excuse that I could not to go and even tried to see if I could go to my parents’ back in Chicago, but with my finals coming, and Britt’s cotillion practice, there was no time.

So I was stuck.

I shifted nervously in the passenger seat of Aunt Dee’s old sedan and the smell of homemade pecan pie wafting into my nostrils. I tried to focus on something else besides all of the food but then my thoughts went to other things.

Like the tension of meeting Blaine’s grandmother and sitting around a table with his family and mine.

There was no way around sitting with a bunch of southern women and not eat. No way in hell.

I ran a few miles that morning, hoping that would help balance the calorie intake, but I was still uneasy.

As the car came to a halt in front of the Crabtree place, my stomach grumbled as I stared at the front porch. There was no getting out of this.

Slowly, I followed Aunt Dee and Britt up the steps and before we could even knock, Blaine’s niece Abby was standing there in all her pink, tutued glory.

“LIBBY, YOU CAME BACK!” She burst through the door and entangled herself in my legs, her tutu a stark contrast to my black boots.

“Of course I’m here, Abby.” I wasn’t sure what else I was supposed to say, but she just beamed up at me, then ran back into the house.

Blaine’s mom, Vicki, appeared in the doorway, her dress and apron covered in different splotches of food. “Welcome, ladies, glad you could make it.”

She ushered us in. “Sorry I didn’t answer the door. Had a little wrangling with the turkey. Artie seemed to think it was a good idea to smoke it this year, and the man doesn’t know cooking from Adam.”

Aunt Dee and Vicki shared a laugh as we followed them into the foyer. Blaine, his dad, and brother-in-laws were camped out in the living room and surrounded the TV that had the football game on. As soon as Blaine saw me he hopped off the couch and ran over, placing a small peck on my cheek.

“Take it outside you two!” Blaine’s brother-in-law, Ronnie, yelled.

Blaine smiled wrapping his arm around my waist. He smelled amazing, like bonfire smoke and clean laundry. I wanted to wrap myself in his plaid shirt and never leave.

“There’s much worse we could be doing, Ronnie.”

Vicki smacked Blaine upside the head and he flinched, rubbing it with his palm. “Ow, Ma, I was just kidding!”

Blaine’s mom wasn’t exactly a delicate flower. You would think she raised a house full of boys the way she talked to him, but Blaine was actually the youngest with two older sisters. Meg was the oldest with her daughters Abby and Ashley. Then her son Braiden.

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