“We’ve all been there,” Susan said, trying to pacify Julie. “Just tell yourself they were really, really good.”
Julie glared at Susan. There was no excuse for trying to make light of the situation. Andrew stepped into the kitchen to see what all the commotion was and quickly turned on his heel and back out the door. He learned after ten years of marriage to stay away from kitchen drama when a woman is in there holding a spatula and crying. He wanted no part of whatever was going on.
“It’s going to be okay,” Susan said, stroking Julie’s hair as she looked around the kitchen. “I’m trying to figure out how this happened.”
Julie snuffed her nose and tried to tell her best friend what happened but all she was able to get out was, “Squirrel…cat…dog…kitchen…dinner…squirrel…cat…dog,” as she pointed the shaking spatula toward the cat flap. She was debilitated and really no use to Susan at this point.
Susan, being the ever faithful friend and super cook, gracefully stepped over part of the fallen turkey, tiptoed through the green bean casserole, deftly avoided the cranberries, and opened the pantry door. She grabbed a box and stepped over the other part of the turkey, leaped over the spattered potatoes, and stood in the only clean spot on the floor.
“Please see to the guests when they arrive. It’ll be about thirty minutes.”
With expert precision, Susan grabbed a clean bowl, prepared the mix, and placed her mixture in the oven. Thirty minutes later, the kitchen was tidy, Julie was presentable, and the oven timer had gone off. Susan wiped Julie’s eyes one last time, put oven gloves on Julie’s hands, and sent her into the dining room carrying the warm brownies.
“Happy Thanksgiving everyone,” Julie said, avoiding all eye contact.
Susan and Harriet, Julie’s mom, grinned as Julie set the warm brownies in the turkey’s place. The men at the table knew better than to even breath noisily.
‘That looks delicious, Julie,” Max said.
“Sure does,” Andrew agreed, smiling.
Julie sat at the table and stared at her friends and family.
“We’ve all been there, hun,” Harriet said, handing Max the carving knife.
This short was inspired by:
FOWC with Fandango — commotion
Word of the Day Challenge — debilitate
Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day — pacify
Three Things Challenge — brownies, spatula, drama