Chapter 7Di was just lacing up her sneakers when her cell phone rang. She let out a sigh at the interruption on her day off, and on the long weekend to boot, but her annoyance faded when she saw her sister’s number on the display. She answered right away.
“Hey, Bebe,” Di said, calling her older sister, Beryl, by her pet name. “Happy Thanksgiving.”
“Ugh,” Bebe said, her tone light and playful. “Don’t remind me.”
“Is it that bad already?”
Bebe let out a wry laugh that told Di all she needed to know. Yes, it was that bad, but it was also totally fine because ‘that bad’ in her family home basically meant that their mother was being a control freak around the turkey. “And I’m still veggie but don’t have the heart to tell her. So, the dog is going to get my meat.”
“Oh, Ralphie,” Di said in
