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Cornucopia ~ Chapter 7 ~ Thanksgiving Wednesday (Part Three and Four of Four)
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Shane had only made it home by 4:30 because she ran the last ten blocks. She hoped that her mother was home to accept the delivery, but she had not answered the phone when Shane called. Shane ran up the stairs to their apartment and, as she entered she called, “Mom?”
She heard no response, but checked the bedroom. She found her mother asleep. She whispered, “Mom?”
“Mom?”
Shane saw her mother roll over to face her.
“Shaney. Mommy’s not feeling well so she’s gonna sleep for a while. Try to be quiet.”
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Peggy and Helena took the last group of boxes, which they would deliver on their way home. Mother and daughter took turns at each location, though the boxes were carried by their driver and their persons were protected by a member of the Peabody security detail. At one, Helena stood at the building’s front door for several minutes, repeatedly ringing the doorbell for the family’s apartment. With no answer, she debated whether she should leave the box. If the intended family did not get it, another family would. She had not asked what was to be done in such circumstances. She was about to walk to the limo to seek her mother’s thoughts when she heard a voice inside the building.
“Wait. I’ll be there in a minute. Don’t leave.”
Helena saw the thinnest child she had ever seen open the building’s door.
“Hey.”
“Hello.”
“I, uh.”
“Oh, how rude of me. Are you a member of the McCutcheon family,”
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
“Well, then, this box is for you.”
Shane smiled awkwardly, “Um, thanks.” She reached for the box but could not lift it.
“Here, let me help you with that. I think the two of us can get it inside.”
Helena lifted one side of the box, Shane the other, and together they managed to get it inside the building.
“Would you like help getting it upstairs?”
“Nah. I’m fine.”
“It would be my pleasure.”
“Thanks, but I’m fine.”
“Well, then. Happy Thanksgiving.”
“You, too, and thanks.”
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I will say again, you do families very well. I thank you for having Jenny confused by a spud, it’s so apt. A wonderful story Spumoni, and particularly nostalgic for me. I haven’t been able to return to NYC since I left over 3 years ago, and I’d lived there for over 20 years, 10 of the just a few doors east of Serendipty. My brother had had the apartment for years before me, so perhaps I wandered by and didn’t make note of Jenny or Dana. My brother had watched several friends go through what Russ was dealing with. An admirable work all together. I look forward to your next effort as I continue catch up on your older stories that I missed.
Loved the flashbacks,and how in later years they all became friends. thanks for the story Now how about a Christmas one
Good job IceCream I can’t wait for part 4. This is just like a reminder of the last holiday and a gear up for the next. Perfect timing because we have time to enjoy it better than in the middle of a holiday rush. Thank you, Md
“Fuck, Porter, Tina’s the top!” LMAO!! Still claiming this would be first place on my holiday ‘must see’ list if you could bring it to life on the big (or little) screen!!! You have seemlessly woven their lives together… awesome!!!
absolutely loved it…past and present…what a great story
Thank you thank you for a beautiful story and a lovely depiction of my old neighborhood on the upper west side. It was awesome seeing our beloved characters in some of my old haunts, and the convergence is just so…so heartwarming, thank you.