“If this turkey is dry, I’m walking out.”
Eric’s parents, Doris and Walter, arrived next. Doris took in the table, eyes wide.
“You did all this, son? Impressive.”
“Every bit,” he said, glancing at me like I should be dazzled.
Throughout the evening he played the perfect host, collecting compliments like trophies.
“I just wanted to spoil my wife.”
“And you certainly did, honey,” I replied, lifting my glass.
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