![]() ![]() His sister had called while he’d been pulling into the apartment complex lot, and he’d stayed in his car to talk to her because there had been a family gathered out in front of the complex packing suitcases and bags into their car in preparation for a trip. ![]() Vincent took the opportunity to move his phone to his other ear and finally get out of his car. He could tell because the two of them had shared many, many similar conversations over the years. I swear she always calls me during the big holidays just to add to my stress.” Judith was winding down now. As though Thanksgiving gives her the right to force us to listen to her poison. “That’s what she said to me when I told her I wasn’t going to bring the kids out there for the holidays if she couldn’t behave herself. Why, Vincent had never really understood considering their mother did nothing but pick on the boys for perceived failings. He’d refused to call their mother for that very reason, but Judith always felt the need to try to have a good relationship with her for the sake of the kids. Vincent rolled his eyes in understanding even though his sister wouldn’t see it through the phone. “But it’s Thanksgiving.” Judith sighed dramatically and loudly, in a perfect imitation of their mother, which meant long on guilt and short on any obvious signs of affection. ![]()
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