“Yawning from too much turkey, she could put her feet up and sneak in a nap—yeah, as if her sisters were going to let her get away with that. She could hear their voices throughout the house. Karen and Kirby in the kitchen talking about the family’s beloved pony, Honeybear, which they’d all learned to ride on and now was teaching a second generation of McKaslin girls. Their laughter rose higher and fell below the hum of the dishwasher and the clink of pots as they put the last of the hand-washed... dishes away. Kendra, who kept the pony at her riding stable, chimed in with a comment Kristin couldn’t quite make out as the roar of the football game in the living room rose into a frenzied crescendo. It wouldn’t feel like a holiday without Dad glued to the big-screen TV he’d splurged on and his muttering commentary on the referee’s call was a sound she’d heard every game day since she was little. It was good to know some things would never change. That’s what got her through the sadness of sitting at this table where Gramma occupied Allison’s chair, which had remained empty for years.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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