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Cornucopia ~ Chapter 9 ~ Thanksgiving Day (Part Two of Two)
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Thanksgiving Day, 1988
Kit had waited ten minutes after Bette’s call. She thought that that was enough time for her sister to talk to David and call her back if her son did not want to visit. Kit had fretted and fretted over what to prepare for lunch until she tried to think like a seven-year old boy. The bags that sat on the table evidenced her decision.
Kit had been happy for the distraction of her frantic trip to purchase lunch. When she returned to her apartment, she paced. The doorbell ended her pacing and she took a deep breath before she buzzed her visitors into the building.
She heard David running up the four flights stairs to her apartment and her sister Bette calling at him to not go so fast. Kit pulled open the door and David rushed at her.
“Mommy, we took the subway to get here.”
“The subway? You weren’t frightened?”
“It wasn’t scary. The train roared into the station and its doors opened and you had to rush in,” the boy excitedly explained. “Do you know that there is a man who hangs out one of the windows to make sure that no one gets caught in the closing doors?”
“So that is what that man is doing!”
Bette had finally reached the doorway of the apartment, her climbing speed no match for that of the child. She nervously watched the interaction between mother and son. She was worried about what would happen when the subway discussion ended. Bette, though, had underestimated her sister.
“Hey, baby sis. I’ve missed you,” Kit hugged Bette tight and, her mouth close to her sister’s ear, whispered, “thank you.”
Bette called to David, “Hey, get in this hug before I’m squeezed to death!”
David ran to the sisters and squeezed himself between them, right into the center of the hug. Kit hugged harder. She sensed when David was getting uncomfortable. She pulled away from the hug but placed her hands on her son’s shoulders and looked at him, “Hey, are you hungry?”
“A little.”
“Good, because I’ve got McDonald’s and Burger King.”
David’s eyes grew big and he looked quickly at Bette, who nodded that it was okay. Melvin did not approve of fast food, so David was about to have a rare treat.
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loving this
I hope it was The Strand Drew took Jenny to. I miss that store, like many things from New York. And just to keep things real, my brother told me of his own balloon inflating story from this past year. He was glancing over his shoulder for a last look as he crossed the street WITH the light. He almost got creamed by a cab that failed to full obey the stop light. This story has been something to admire.
Let my just make clear I mean YOUR story, not my brother’s.
Let me also take some spelling lessons.
What a captivating story, Spumoni! You had me laughing, crying, and reading many paragraphs twice. Your love of Thanksgiving certainly comes through with such a wonderful weaving of family ties, special foods, and seemingly random happenstance. Your imagination amazes me and I await your next tale with giddy excitement… proper time of year or not!! Have a Happy 2009.
This was a wonderful story, thank you Spumoni. The interweaving of their past and present stories, and tying everything up together in the end – I enjoyed all of it very much. Thank you very much for writing it!
Absolutely brilliant. I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed this.
oh, this was so exciting, to see how it all came together in the end…brilliant….and angie was soooo cute :)
Love after twenty year they all had thankgiving together. How at one time they were in the same place at the same time, Call it fate or call it a miracle. That they were in the same room together sharing the love of Family and friends. thanks you Have a happy 2009
This story had me laughing, crying and jumping for joy. I had wondered if they would realize that all were in New York at the same time. Thanks for this wonderful Thanksgiving tale. Is it November yet?
I just love your stories!!
Spumoni, you have delivered such an amazing story!! Your depiction of all of the characters in their youth is just brilliant and oh so believable! I can’t get over your teen Alice, you made me laugh out loud with her antics yet never lost the underpinning of sadness for her disjointed upbringing with Lenore. I love the image of Bette longing for the drumstick and letting the serving dishes pile up during her anticipation. So many details ringing true at the family holiday table, not the least of which was the meal shared with Tina, her uncle Russ and his circle of friends. I have attended a few of those over the years, celebrating with the band of brave gay men who know/knew a truer sense of Thanksgiving than their families who turned their backs. I gander a guess that you have too, for you portrayed their interaction so respectfully and with uncanny truth, thank you for that from the bottom of my heart. You did a fantastic job bringing the connection together with Angelica leading the way! I had only one moment where I thought something was missing… as soon as Tasha’s special corn pudding was mentioned I wanted to know all about her childhood Thanksgiving too! LOL… but I quickly realized it would have diluted the core group dynamic and in particular Dana’s significance among the women we love. Oh, and having David pass on the Porter tradition of decorating cookies to Angelica was such a beautiful touch! Love the story and I can’t wait to read what you have in store for us next!!! SK/C
Dearest sweet Spumoni, or shall we say Wolfie? Anyway, this story was just gorgeous. As we have stated earlier, having each of the girls point of view about Thanksgiving and what it meant to each and everyone of them, was just an extraordinary treat. Thanks for bringing us a different way of unfolding a tale, YOUR style. We truly enjoyed all your chappies. Hope you can bring more fantastic tales for us to entlighten our senses. PPS Hugs & kisses on both your cheeks.- Lucero & Marsha (Proud Salsa Aunties to the ever loving JC and Eunichick)
Dear Spumoni, I finally got the chance to read the entire story, from start to finish, and all my grateful heart can say is ***THANK YOU*** for this BRILLIANT STORY. In gratitude for this amazing, timeless piece, I’m giving you a cyber bear hug right now…I’m hugging you as tightly as I could across cyberspace…Feel free to squirm and run away as soon as you’ve reached your cyber-hug limit. :> Thank you so much for concocting this unique, complex concept! Each of the backstory that you’ve taken pains to create for the members of the framily is colorful and richly detailed. All the 1988 scenes felt so nostalgic, like they were bathed in warm light and it seems you have a soft spot for each character, for each member of the framily. (Only Tina and Dana seemed to have a conventional family life but even batty Jenny had a semblance of “normalcy” at that time. Btw, the dork in me loved her trip to the NY Public Library. I, too, love getting lost in a maze of bookshelves, of being surrounded by tomes and tomes of printed words.) And boy oh boy, the crisscrossing of their lives as well as of the other characters, their tangential meetings before and after that momentous parade is quite a feat! Simply brilliant! Family and friends are true blessings that one must be grateful for every day. Muchas gracias, mille grazie, merci beaucoup for reminding me of that through this timeless Thanksgiving tale and feast. *One more virtual hug for you* May you and your loved ones’ cornucopia never run out of blessings, Spumoni! Happy 2009! :)
One more thing: I love how the framily feasted on the special food or happy Thanksgiving memory that each of them brought to the table. It’s like a shared madeleine-like episode. And it’s truly heartwarming. Well done, Spumoni. Well done! :>
P.S. Loved your Patrick Swayze and Celine Dion impressions. LOL! I didn’t know you also had a knack for singing. :> “Near, far, wherever you are…” LOL! She has taken down all but a handful of the past chapters, btw. Boohoo.