Somewhere Between Black and White by Shelly Hickman & Rosa Sophia

Author:Shelly Hickman & Rosa Sophia [Hickman, Shelly & Sophia, Rosa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00ATL0I8O
Published: 2012-12-26T00:00:00+00:00

Fifteen

Sophie’s mother was hosting one of her fabulous Christmas dinners. Abby’s sister and her family were all in attendance, as well as two of Abby’s friends. Her Aunt Doris was also present. At ninety-four years old, she had all of two teeth in her head. How she managed to put away a holiday dinner was one of life’s mysteries, but she could do it.

“Sweetie, would you keep an eye on the gravy for me?” Abby asked Sophie as she pulled the turkey from the oven.

“How can I help?” Sam asked.

“You are not helping. You are a guest.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Take your drink and park yourself somewhere.”

He snuck up behind Sophie and put his arms around her waist. “I get to sit down with a beer. You get to stir gravy.”

“Keep it up, dude. I’ll make you do dishes with me later,” she said.

Abby turned from basting the turkey. “No, you won’t.”

Sam shrugged and made his way into the living room.

Evie wandered in and out of the kitchen to collect the side dishes for the dining table, in between taking sips of wine.

“Evie’s drinking?” Sophie asked Abby under her breath. She had noticed some definite tension between her and Christian tonight, although Evie had been giving off a forced enthusiasm.

“Yes.” Abby gave Evie a sideways glance. “I think she and Christian had a fight. She’s not going easy on that vino.”

“What are we talking about?” Evie came up alongside them, glass in hand. “And Sophie, don’t give me that look. I never get to drink, and it’s the holidays.”

“Okay.” Sophie raised her hands in submission.

“So,” Evie continued, “I haven’t had the chance to talk to you alone yet, and I’ve been dying to ask. You and Sam did it, didn’t you?”

Sophie dropped the spoon into the gravy.

Abby moved in closer and asked in a whisper, “Did you?”

Sophie smiled and used a fork to fish the spoon out.

“I knew it, Mom,” Evie said. “I could tell.”

“Oh please!” Sophie heard her voice getting higher. “How could you possibly tell?”

Evie responded with a low, knowing laugh. “Oh, it’s obvious.”

“Psh. You are so full of it.”

“Well?” Evie persisted. “I’m assuming it was great?” Abby leaned in once again, not wanting to miss anything as she prepared the turkey.

“Could we please just. . . .” Sophie began. “I am not talking about this now.”

Sophie’s young cousin, Aaron, strolled into the kitchen with a little black box in his hand. “Aunt Abby, check out my fart machine.” He pushed a button on the separate remote, causing it to emit a variety of gaseous sounds.

“Oh, how lovely,” Abby said half-heartedly. “And where did you get that?”

“Santa put it in my stocking.”

“Santa got you a fart machine . . . Wonderful! And your mom let you bring it to dinner. Even better yet.”

“No,” Aaron answered with a grin. “She doesn’t know I brought it. You have to let me play a trick on Aunt Doris. Where is she gonna sit?”

“Oh, no, no, no,” Abby protested weakly.

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