“This turkey is so moist,” Colin told his mother through a mouthful of food. He swallowed. “Sorry.”
Avril, red paper hat perched on her head, smiled. “Thank you. But I can’t take the credit. It was Martin’s idea to soak the bird in salt water overnight.”
“Good idea,” Colin said, looking over at his man, who was wearing a blue hat.
Colin was happy. He had his family around him. He was warm, well fed, and best of all, loved. “There’s a couple of crackers left in the box,” he said, picking one up and giving it a shake to see if he could guess what the novelty was inside.
Martin set down his knife and fork. “Go on then, I’ll pull one with you.” He looked over in Harry’s direction. “If that’s okay?”
“No problem. They’d only be packed away until next year.”
Colin smiled and brushed the tip
