[Lady Justice 02] - Lady Justice and the Lost Tapes by Robert Thornhill

Author:Robert Thornhill [Thornhill, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Humour
ISBN: 1500894745
Google: LcoLg-slawIC
Amazon: B00MU7PPLU
Barnesnoble: B00MU7PPLU
Goodreads: 9731868
Publisher: Tate Publishing
Published: 2010-11-16T00:00:00+00:00

An accident really uncanny

befell an unfortunate granny.

She sat down on a chair

while her false teeth were there

and bit herself right on the fanny!

What did I think was going to happen when I invited a joker to Thanksgiving dinner?

I was trying to restore order to the table when Jerry lifted the lid on Willie’s covered casserole dish.

“I’ve been curious to see what—Oh, sweet mother of God, what is that smell?”

A foul stench quickly spread across the table. “Walt, that’s that stink I called you about this morning. You know—the sewer smell.”

A crestfallen Willie looked around the table and saw the look of obvious disgust in his friends’ faces.

“Dem’s chitlins. I thought maybe you all like to try some soul food.”

“What are chitlins?” Maggie asked.

The professor came to the rescue. “Chitlins are the boiled or fried small intestines of pigs. In slavery days, when hogs were slaughtered, the masters kept the good meat and gave what was left over to the slaves.”

“Well, that certainly explains the sewer smell,” Jerry replied.

“Hey, dem’s ho made. I guess you all not interested in a new cultural experience.”

“Don’t you mean homemade?” the Professor corrected.

“No, I means ho made! Maxine came over dis mornin’ and helped me cook ’em.”

“Where’s Maxine now?” I asked.

“She downstairs. She didn’t think nobody would want her around.”

I looked around the table. Nods and winks were everywhere.

“Willie, why don’t you go get Maxine? We’d love to have her join us. After all, we’ve got plenty of clown plates.”

“You sure?” he asked.

I nodded, and Willie headed to the basement.

When Willie and Maxine returned and we were all seated, I looked at our diverse little group marveling at how, during the past year, circumstances in each of our lives had brought us to this moment.

I looked at the food on the table: Mexicali turkey, Wonder Bread crab paste, Aunt Jemima gravy, hockey puck rolls, chitlins, and enough pumpkin pie with strawberry Cool Whip to feed the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.

And, of course, we had the perfect wine pairing, Arbor Mist. It goes good with everything.

Not exactly a traditional Thanksgiving, but I wouldn’t have traded it for anything in the world.

To honor the occasion, we joined hands around the table, and each, in turn, shared one thing they were thankful for in their lives.

Maxine was last, and her comments summed it up for the rest of us.

“I’se thankful dat I found some folks dat can look past what I am and accept me fo who I am.”

We could all say an amen to that.

We all stuffed ourselves with turkey and pumpkin pie, those being the only dishes that were actually edible, and spent the remainder of the day enjoying each other’s company and reliving shared experiences of the past year.

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