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In this excerpt, a partial of Chapter 20, you get a snippet of what Edee does during her Thanksgiving break. You'll also meet Edee's parents, her younger brother, and Grandma Rosie. I hope you enjoy this look into Forfeiting Adam.
Well that was a surprise. I texted back: Awesome. Why were they there?
Adam replied: Invited them.
That one thing, his inviting two guys who were more my friends than his, was part of why I liked him. He looked out for others. I texted back: Dad took 3rd in his age group.
Grandma Rosie bustled into the kitchen and told me, “Make a dang call or take that infernal device out.”
I grinned and left the kitchen to her. Adam and I continued to text. Not much was happening so, several minutes later, I stuck my head back in the kitchen. “Grandma, can I go through your patterns? I want to knit Christmas presents.”
“Knock yourself out,” Grandma muttered without even looking at me.
The counter I’d finished cleaning less than an hour ago was covered. “Do you need any help?”
“Nope. Got it all under control.”
I edged out of the room with an “Alright. Call if you change your mind.”
I couldn’t swear to it because I was already turning away, but it looked like she took a drink from a bottle.
An hour later Mom stopped by the craft room, formerly my bedroom. Mom had installed an entire wall of shelving within a month of me returning to Smith and Guy. I was relegated to sleeping on an air mattress or the couch when I visited.
“What’re you up too?” Mom asked.
“Picking patterns for Christmas gifts. Do you think Grandma would go with me to the yarn store tomorrow?” I handed her the stack of patterns I’d set aside.
“Sure she would.” Mom sounded too happy. I looked up from the pattern I’d been reading to see her shrug before adding, “Do yourself a favor, get her to let you drive.”
“Um, ok.” I felt uncomfortable even thinking about how to do that.
Mom continued, “We might have to take away her license.”
“She’s not THAT old.”
“She’s had three fender benders since you left.”
“Geez. I didn’t know.”
Mom sighed as she pulled several patterns out. “These are too complex. Stick with simple stitches. And don’t tell your grandmother. We’re still hoping an eye exam will fix things.”
“You just said you have to take her license,” I pointed out.
Mom snorted. “There’s the hope and there’s the reality.”
“She goes ten to twenty miles below the speed limit and people rear end her.” I winced. Mom shook her head. “She refuses to drive with her hazards on. Your Dad and Jacob even tried to rig the hazard lights into a permanent on. It didn’t work.”
“Wow,” was all I could think to say.
Mom handed me four patterns. “These are good choices. Where is Grandma anyway? I thought she’d help you with this.”
I gave a nonchalant wave toward the kitchen. “She’s in the kitchen. I offered to help…”
The sound of off-key singing drifted into the room. Mom muttered, “God help us.”
I scrambled after Mom as she left the craft room. Dad and Jacob met us in the kitchen doorway to discover Grandma Rosie dancing in bunny slippers and singing a show tune. Dad looked helplessly at Mom. “She made eggnog,” he said.
“What’s wrong with eggnog?” I asked. I’d never seen Grandma Rosie even tipsy before.
“She drinks too much while making it,” Mom replied.
Jacob snickered. “At least we know where Dad gets his singing voice.”
Enjoy your Thanksgiving. From me to you, have a great time but don't overindulge. Those overindulgences always hurt later!
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