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Dinner was relatively uneventful. As uneventful as dinner with nine adults, six children, two teenagers and an off-key chorus of happy birthday can be. Let's just say I'm glad I don't have to sit at the kids' table anymore.
We were all attempting to recline in our stiff back chairs, enjoying our full bellies when I heard a tap at the dining room window. I sat up and turned to look out, but the brightly lit room had turned the windows into black mirrors. All I could see was a slightly startled woman with wings, sitting in a room full of people who had over eaten. I turned back and told myself it was the wind.
Then the tap sounded again.
"Did you hear that?" my sister Lauren asked the group.
"You mean this?" my dad asked and then let out a massive belch.
"Oh, Michael!" my mother crie
