I don't like Thanksgiving. There, I said it here and I'm NEVER saying it anywhere else. All the people crowded together, the food that I don't even like that much, the boring conversations, the cleanup that I always get roped into doing...just ENOUGH.
But I can't say it out loud because it's Dad's thing. I'm thinking about it, and he didn't used to like it so much, it was more Mom's thing. That's why I can't complain about anything, because that has to be it - he likes to have the family all together because it's like better times. That first Thanksgiving after Mom died was the first time he was acting normal so I just have to smile through it no matter how many dumb jokes I have to hear.
I wonder what it was like for Eleanor? Maybe she was doing the same thing. I know the relations were studying her, trying to decide if they approve. Well, she handled it a lot better this time than back when they were married, that's for sure, but it was still just. So. Awkward. Am I going to have to deal with this when I get married? What a nightmare.
Roderick was Roderick and that's all I can say and that's all anyone can expect, I guess. Everyone who showed up had their little expectations for Ellie, their little interrogations. No one knew what to think about Roderick. He was off the stage today which is probably what he wanted anyway. I don't blame him.
Anyway, onto Christmas. That should be better. It will at least be QUIETER.
End of Part IX
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