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Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving
at the Reynolds house began the day before. Christopher and Courtney had told
Parker that the families took turns hosting holiday events. This year was their
turn to host the Thanksgiving feast. Wednesday, Larkin set everyone to work
chopping, grating, mixing, and so forth.
At four, the
door chimes sounded. Courtney squealed, "They're here!" She grabbed
Parker's hand. "Come on." He had no choice but to follow.
Albert and
Dorothy Reynolds were in their seventies but still healthy and active. Albert
was a little less than six feet with snow white hair. He was not overweight,
but he had a little paunch. Dorothy was five-seven and weighed about one forty.
She obviously colored her dark-brown hair. Her blue eyes, not as vivid as Ray's,
snapped with authority as well as love. Albert scooped Courtney into his arms. "My
goodness! You're getting too big for Papaw to pick up."
"Papaw,
this is Parker. Are you gonna hug him, too?"
Albert put
Courtney down. "When he tells me he's comfortable with it."
Dorothy
snorted, "Well, I'm not waiting. Give your meemaw a hug."
Parker timidly
hugged the forceful woman. Holding his chin lightly between her thumb and
forefinger, Dorothy tipped his head to the side. "What happened to your
eye?"
"I had a
fight."
"Why?"
"My
girlfriend's ex put his hand on her breast."
Dorothy widened
her eyes. "Now did he? Well, I hope he looks worse than you do."
"I busted
his lip."
"Good for
you."
"Sheena
already broke his nose. You'd think he'd get a clue."
"Sheena? Little
Sheena Johnson?"
"Yeah…I
mean yes, ma'am."
Dorothy
chuckled. "Well, that's a good choice."
Courtney
slipped under her grandmother's arm. Dorothy kissed the girl on the forehead. "Where's
Christopher?"
"Outside
helping Momma wash the crawfish for tonight."
Parker kept
stealing glances at Albert, not sure what to do. The white-haired man seemed
nice, but he was not as assertive as Meemaw. Albert sensed Parker’s confusion. He
said, "Parker, I didn't bring in our luggage or the yams and ham yet. Will
you give me a hand?"
"Sure.
Yes, sir."
"Ladies,
go help Larkin."
Albert opened
the trunk of their elegant, BMW. "Do you want to talk about it?" he
asked.
"What's
that, sir?"
"What you're
worried about."
"I'm not
worried," Parker hastened to say.
"Yes, you
are." The autumn breeze tinkled the wind chimes hung along the porch eve. The
grandfather sighed and then smiled. "Ray told me that the first time he
came to this house, those chimes gave him a sense of peace. This is a safe
place, Parker. Talk to me. I know Meemaw can be a little scary, but I'm just a
big teddy bear."
He looked at
the kindly face. "Well, to tell the truth, I'm a little overwhelmed. I'm
just afraid I'll wake up and all this will have been a dream. I don't
understand why my mom never told Ray about me. I never met my other
grandparents. I guess Mom was ashamed of me."
"Well, she
should be ashamed of herself!" Albert's pale honey-brown eyes flashed. "Honestly,
I resent having been cheated out of my grandson. I'm looking forward to getting
to know you. As you've already figured out, our family is a bit unusual. That's
what makes us strong. We love one another no matter what. None of us is perfect.
We all mess up. I’m certain Larkin has already shared her faith with you."
Parker nodded.
"Trust
what she says. Larkin is the glue in this family. She holds it together, even
when the rest of us are falling apart. Ray calls her Angel. Maybe she is. Let
her love you. She'll make you believe in
yourself. Let us love you. We're not ashamed of you, Parker. We're a little
overwhelmed, too, having never known about you, but we're proud to claim you as
one of us. Now, do I get to give you my papaw hug that you're dying to receive?
I'm afraid I can't pick you up, but just know I would have if I had been given
the opportunity when you were younger. Come here and give your old papaw a hug."
Parker slipped
safely into his grandfather's embrace. Albert whispered as he stroked his hair
and kissed the top of his head, "Let us love you, sweet boy. We're
thankful to have you in our lives. Let us show you."
Parker nodded
against the man's chest. He breathed in the scent of Old Spice cologne and pipe
tobacco. It was a scent he would never forget, one that brought comfort. The
older man released his embrace, and the two carried in the items from the
trunk.
♥♥♥
Larkin was up
early setting the turkey to roast. Parker came into the kitchen before anyone
else.
"Well,
good morning!" chirped Larkin. "I didn't expect anyone to be up for a
while. Do you like coffee, Parker?"
"I've
never had it."
Larkin realized
more each day that this child she had brought into her home had been severely
deprived. How he displayed any semblance of normalcy was beyond her. She smiled.
"Let me make you my special English toffee coffee."
Parker laughed.
"That's funny."
Larkin set a
cup of her favorite coffee along with a hot cinnamon roll in front of Parker as
he sat in one of the bar chairs. "So, try it. Remember it's hot."
Parker sipped
the beverage. "This is great! I thought coffee was bitter. Miss Maxi said
it was and it made little boys hyper."
"Both can
be true, but if you make coffee right, even unflavored, it's not bitter. Now,
Uncle Raif's coffee is bitter." She shook her head and grimaced. "It's
too strong for me. I always have to add hot water. As for hyper—the caffeine
does bother some people. Miss Maxi did well by you. She tried to protect you
from something she thought was harmful to you. Was Maxi her first or last name?"
"First. Her
name was Maxine Carmichael."
"Well, Ray
wants to thank her for taking care of you, so now we know the right person to
call. Now, please, tell me you've had cinnamon rolls."
"Yes, but
never hot. You must think awful things about me."
"No,
Parker, I think you've had a rough life." She leaned on the bar across
from him and laid her hand on top of his. "You know, my parents were
killed when I was five, and I lived with my grandmother until I was thirteen. Then,
she died. After that, I lived for a while in a children's home before I went to
live with Pastor Moore and his wife. Believe it or not, they were killed when I
was seventeen, so I struck out on my own. You see, I know what it feels like to
be bumped around, but I was blessed because all the people I lived with cared
for me. I don't think anything bad about you. I think you're amazing
considering the hell you've been through." She squeezed his hand and let
go. "To be honest, I'd like to bitch-slap your mother."
Parker's mind
wandered a moment as he tried to picture Larkin bitch-slapping anybody, most of
all, his mother, but he tuned back in quickly as Larkin continued to talk. "If
I ever meet her, I might just do it. Children are gifts from God, and they
should be treated as the prizes they are. I know you haven't been here long,
but I already love you. I promise to treat you like the treasure you are."
"You love
me?" he said in disbelief. "Even though I'm Ray's son by another
woman?"
Larkin reached
out and stroked Parker's cheek. "Parker, one reason I love you is because
you are Ray's son. I love Ray more
than my own life. You're a part of him. That love extends to you. Maybe one day
you can love me back. I can wait for that."
"It's not
hard to love you. You're so nice. I wish Mom was as nice as you."
"She's
your mother. You should love her."
"I do, but
sometimes I don't like her. She has never treated me as if I were a prize—a toy
sometimes—but not a treasure. I think she was ashamed of me."
"I'm
sorry, Parker. I wish I could make the pain go away."
"Can I
have a hug?"
"Yes,
always."
She walked
around the bar and held Parker in her arms tightly for several seconds before
they heard Ray joke in the doorway, "Hey! You've got your own woman. Leave
mine alone."
"Ignore
him," whispered Larkin.
"I love
you, Larkin. Thank you for loving me."
She brushed
Parker's hair from his eyes and kissed him on the forehead. "You're very
welcome."
♥♥♥
Mid-afternoon,
the house came to life as all the dinner guests began to arrive. Raif, Chris,
Patrick, and Trista arrived first. They brought with them seven-layer salad,
cranberry salad, and a huge bag of potatoes to make mashed potatoes. With them
also came Dupree, Lindsay, and Roxanne Parks, along with Dupree's mother,
Estelle Funchess. They brought crescent rolls to bake and Estelle's apple pie. Meemaw
was already baking a honey-glazed ham and making candied yams. Larkin was
roasting the turkey and making her special squash stuffing and pumpkin and
pecan pie.
Parker helped
carry in food items and whispered to Patrick, "This kitchen is as big as
the one at school. Larkin says there are two full ovens, eight burners, a
convection oven, and a microwave."
His cousin
nodded. "Yeah, and it used to be wood burning and they had an outdoor
kitchen for cooking in summer because it got too hot inside. That’s where Uncle
Ray’s grill is set up." They set the food on a counter, and Patrick said, "Come
meet Dupree and Lindsay."
Parker followed
Patrick to the famous R & B recording artist. "Guys," Patrick
said. "This is Parker, our new cousin."
"Welcome
to the best family ever," Dupree said, extending his hand, which Parker
shook. "Hang around with me a while and let me tell you how I became a
part." Dupree went on to tell Parker about how he had thrown a book at
Larkin his first day in her class and sent her into a life-and-death struggle. "But
she forgave me, and now look at me. I would have been dead by now if it hadn’t
been for Aunt Larkin."
"My
husband is right," said Lindsay. "This is the best family ever.
Although Mom gave me up for adoption when she was fourteen, I came here after
my adoptive parents died. I found total happiness."
Parker
continued to get to know Lindsay and Dupree until Grandma Audrey and Grandpa
Walter arrived. They brought green bean casserole and pitchers of sweet tea and
lemonade.
There were already
coolers with soft drinks and Bud Light, Killian's, and Corona beers on ice. A few minutes after
them, Dr. Fairchild and her husband Augustine, called Auggie, arrived, bearing
platters of deviled eggs and fresh vegetables—carrots, broccoli, cauliflower,
cucumber, and cherry tomatoes—with ranch and curry dips.
Parker looked
at the people already there and knew more were expected. Good thing this house is huge. Wow! This is a little mindboggling.
About
four-thirty, the Johnsons finally arrived. Their family was made up of Terry
and Carol, along with Sheena and three younger children, Tasha, Townes, and
Wesley. They brought several bottles of Zinfandel and rum and tequila with
margarita mix and various flavors of daiquiri mix. Last to come were Brian
Baker and his family, his wife, Olivia, and their three children, Brandi,
Royce, and Trent, home from college. Baker brought the four FBI agents,
Lawrence Dantzler, Joyce Lyon, Carey French, and the profiler, Austin
Chancellor, with him since they could not go home for Thanksgiving. They
brought with them broccoli-rice casserole, cranberry sauce, a Texas brownie cake, and several more cases
of beer.
Parker had
never seen so much food at one meal. Neither had he seen so many people who
actually seemed to like one another in one place. However, there was only one
person he really wanted to spend some quiet time with, but it would have to
wait.
With all the
hustle and bustle inside the house and the rain threatening outside, nobody was
aware of the unwelcomed interloper watching the hoopla from outside. Mia
Godchaux seemed much calmer as she watched the happy chaos, and a small part of
her wished she could be inside. Still, she fought that feeling as she realized
Parker seemed completely happy, and she slowly began to be angry again.
The adults
began cocktails around five. The men congregated in front of the television for
Thanksgiving Day football while the women set the food out around the kitchen
counters and bar like a buffet. A little before six, Larkin whispered in Ray's
ear. He excused himself and went into the kitchen to carve the turkey and ham. At
six, Ray actually rang a dinner bell. The guests crammed into the dining room
for a short time as the head of the house made a Thanksgiving speech.
"As host
of this annual event this year, I have to tell y'all some things I'm thankful
for. As always, I'm most thankful for my faith, my family, and my friends. However,
I must announce to all of you that my family has grown. First, I'd like to
introduce all of you to my son. Parker, come here." Parker went to Ray's
side. "I only found out Parker is my son a couple of weeks ago, but I'm
very thankful to have him in my life. Second, I'm thankful to Raif, Chris, Rona,
and a few Munchkins for keeping my next announcement a secret. Guys and gals"—Ray
motioned Larkin to his side and put his arm around her—"we're having another
baby. He or she will be here in late June."
Ray and Larkin's
guests applauded for them. Outside, Mia wished she could hear what was being
said. Obviously, some of it had to do with Parker.
Inside, it was
apparent that Lindsay and Dupree were having a disagreement. Finally, it
appeared Dupree lost as he said, "Uncle Ray, my very insistent wife would
like to know if she can steal your thunder."
"Are you
expecting, too?" asked Ray.
Dupree nodded.
Ray raised his
beer. "The more, the merrier. A toast—to this crazy, wonderful family! Now,
a prayer."
Ray blessed the
food and offered a prayer of thanksgiving before he joked, "Can we eat
already?"
The dining
room, the kitchen dining nook, and several more temporary tables with folding
chairs were packed. A myriad of conversations went on simultaneously. Even in
all the frenzy, Larkin Sloan Reynolds was not a glutton for punishment. They
ate on biodegradable disposable plates and drank from biodegradable disposable
cups or recyclable cans or bottles. After the meal, the clean up was easy. The
leftovers were stored and the few dirty dishes washed. The men returned to
football until the women joined them. Then a game of Taboo ensued. The younger boys hit the video games in the game room
above the garage, and the girls fell to dressing Roxanne like a little doll in
Courtney's room. The college students left with night plans with friends.
As the drizzle
set in, Sheena caught Parker's eye. She gave him the come-hither finger. When
he crossed the room, she grabbed his hand and dragged him out the back door to
the gazebo by the pond.
"Are you
crazy?" asked Parker as they dashed into the gazebo to escape the rain.
"No, I'm
very sane. I wanted to spend some time alone with you." She shook her wet
hair. "I love getting caught in the rain even if this rain is really cold."
She shivered.
"They'll
be looking for us."
"No, they
won't. The girls are too busy dressing Roxanne up, the boys are obsessed with
the video games, and the adults are really into that Taboo game, not to mention a little inebriated. This is the perfect
time to get to know each other a little better." She latched her arms
around his neck. "Unless you don't want to. I'm sure you'll like me better
than your other girlfriends."
Unknown to the
two teenagers, an adult was watching
them with interest. "Not bad, Parker boy," murmured Mia. "Let's
see what you've got."
Parker slipped
his arms around Sheena's waist as he confided honestly, "Actually, I've
never had a girlfriend before."
"You're
kidding, right?"
He shook his
head.
Sheena teased, "Do
I need to mentor you in that as well?"
He shook his
head again. "No, I think I'll wing it."
Mia whispered, "Good
line," as she watched her son lean in for what proved to be a very sensuous
kiss, albeit his first.
Sheena breathed
after he released her, "Not bad for somebody who's winging it, but you
might need a little practice."
"Is that
so?" he commented as he kissed her again.
"Nice
move," mumbled Mia.
Parker pulled
back from Sheena and asked, "Did you hear something?"
"No, Parker.
It's just the rain and the wind. You need to be paying attention to me, not the
weather." She shivered. "Getting closer could warm us up."
"Yeah?"
he leaned in and nibbled her on the neck. She giggled before he kissed her
again.
Sheena sighed, "If
you play your cards right, I might let you get away with more than kissing."
"Is that
so? And just what might I get away with?"
"You'll
have to experiment and find out."
From her hiding
place Mia murmured encouragement. "Go for it, Parker! This girl obviously wants
to make out with you."
The adolescent
boy decided he would experiment. He kissed Sheena again and slipped his hands
under her sweater, inching up her rib cage.
Sheena shook as
the air became colder. Her breath showed in the moist air as she breathed against
Parker's neck.
A twig snapped
as Mia moved slightly. Parker jerked back. "Who's there?"
Sheena puffed
irritably, "It's nobody. It's a deer being thankful we are not having
venison tonight. Now, get back over here! That experiment failed miserably. Try
again." She grabbed the waist of his jeans and pulled him close to her.
"Yes, ma'am,"
he said, duly chastised.
Parker's
closeness to Sheena told the girl that he absolutely wanted to experiment. She
brushed her body against his.
He groaned, "Are
you sure you told that Derrick guy no?"
She laughed
lightly in his ear. "I never said I didn't make out. I just wasn't ready
to go as far as he wanted to, but you aren't Derrick."
Parker ran his
hands across Sheena's breasts on the outside of her sweater. "You're
getting warmer and so am I even if it is freezing out here," she whispered.
"Sit down on the bench."
He backed into
the bench without letting go of Sheena's body. She straddled his lap. She could
tell he definitely wanted to play. "Lift my sweater up, Parker," she
whispered.
"Way to
go, Parker!" Mia mumbled.
Parker looked
over his shoulder. "There's somebody out there, Sheena."
"Parker
Reynolds!" Sheena hollered as she hit Parker flat-handed on both
shoulders.
"Parker
who?" Mia screamed before she could control her temper. The temperature
dropped another ten degrees.
Parker stood
still holding on to Sheena. "Mom? Where are you? Mom? Show yourself."
Mia slunk back
into the fully bloomed cattails and took off to where she had left her
motorcycle, fuming all the way, "I'll get you for this, Ray. Parker! How
could you betray me like that? You're as heartless as your father—Ray."
Parker grabbed
Sheena's hand. "Come on."
She clutched his
arm. "Parker?"
"Come on,
Sheena. Now!" He paused a moment as mugginess returned to the air. Weird weather.
"Parker,
you're scaring me."
"It's not
me that you should be afraid of. Now, come on."
Sheena balked. "Parker,
did she hurt you?"
"You'll
never understand. Now, please, come on." He tugged her forward.
♥♥♥
Parker burst
into the Taboo game with Sheena in
tow. "Ray!"
Ray turned
toward his son with a questioning look. "What's wrong? Where have you
been?"
"Walking
in the rain," he lied, and Ray knew it, but said nothing else about it.
"What's
wrong, Parker?"
"Mom's
here."
"What?"
"She's
outside somewhere. She heard Sheena call me Parker Reynolds. She's mad. I'm
scared, Ray."
At that moment,
Ray realized that not all of Parker's abuse had been from foster parents.
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