Jason was first through the door. His aunt’s house was bustling with people as everyone moved about preparing the Thanksgiving meal. Even in all the chaos of mixing and basting, the feeling of being home was soothing to Jason. “Hi son!” Jason’s father extended his hand as Jason entered the den where the men sat watching the Dallas Cowboys. “Hey, what’s going on?” Jason sighed as he plopped onto the sofa. His dad handed him a beer before saying, “just trying to stay out of the way.” He gestured behind him to the women in the kitchen and he and Jason both laughed.

Jason leaned his head back on the sofa and nearly fell asleep instantly. He loved coming home and being around his father and other men in his family. Men were just a nice change of pace from emotional women—especially his woman. For the past three hours, Jason has been stuck in the car with his fiancé who relentlessly complained about everything from the AC being to cold, to what type of wine would be served this evening. So, the sound of Jim Nantz commentating was much more preferable.

“You couldn’t wait for me?” The feeling of a weighty sweater landing in Jason’s lap shook him awake. He blinked twice and focused his eyes on Gabby. “You said you were finishing your makeup.” Jason replied. “What does that have to do with you leaving me to come in by myself?” Gabby’s face contorted and she rolled her neck as she spoke. Jason drew in a deep breath, and bowed his head. Luckily, his father was no longer in the den. “I’m sorry I didn’t-“ Gabby threw her hand up. “Just forget it.” She spat.

“Hey,” a meek voice cooed behind Gabby and she whirled around. She looked down her nose at the frail lady and furrowed her brow. “Who are you?” Jason immediately stood and placed himself between the lady and Gabby. “This is my great aunt Deborah.” He tried to suppress his frustration at Gabby’s rude demeanor. “Oh,” Gabby stated dryly and extended her hand halfheartedly. “Oh I don’t shake hands. I like to hug.” Aunt Deborah advised. And seemed to be completely unmoved by Gabby’s vibe. Gabby coiled into herself, her smug look returning. “Well I don’t hug so,” she smiled with tight lips. “Nice to meet you.” Gabby brushed passed the 62 year old and walked into the kitchen leaving Jason embarrassed. Of all of his family members Aunt Deborah was the most harmless and the most patient. She didn’t deserve that.

When Gabby was no longer in ear shot, Aunt Deborah touched her frail hand to Jason’s bicep. “Are you two married yet?” Jason grinned and shook his head saying, “no ma’am.” His Aunt Deborah peered over her shoulder and then looked back at him. “Run while you can. She’s a bitch.”