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Kit Porter did not like the cabin. Or no, make that ‘The Cabin’, since everyone in her family had a habit of putting it in audible capitals. The Cabin is fun . . . The Cabin is magical . . . The Cabin speaks to nature, Bette actually said once . . . The Cabin was also, in Kit’s view, a spider-infested nightmare her sister had bought solely in order to make people play Scrabble. Confoundingly, however, right now it also contained her adored nieces and nephew. And her husband. And a maple cream pie so good it was making her toes curl.
Kit moaned as a gush of buttery, toasty burnt-wood flavour flooded her mouth.
Kit’s eyes fluttered open. Sasha was sitting at the breakfast bar, in a vest and underwear, fuzzy octopus clamped under her arm.
‘Baby girl,’ Kit murmured, trying to shove the remnants of the pie back into the refrigerator unseen.
‘Can you sing Pat the song about octopuseses?’
Kit made the same mental note she always did when Sasha asked this – to look up the real damn plural of ‘octopus’ – but before she could sing anything the front door opened and Tina came in, carrying two bags of groceries.
‘Hey!’ she said to her sister-in-law, a little breathless. Kit waved, her mouth still enjoying the pie. Sasha jumped down and went to help her mom. Tina looked around. ‘Where is everyone?’
‘Solly’s in our room, Angie’s in our room, Ben’s playing pool, Mama B’s in the bath, Uncle Sunny’s playing pool, Auntie Kit’s eating pie.’
Tina raised an eyebrow and Kit muttered something about it being way past someone’s bedtime.
‘Well, that’s true,’ Tina agreed. ‘Sasha, baby, go tell Angie you’ve got lights out in ten minutes if she wants to come down.’ Sasha raced off. ‘And don’t run on the stairs!’
Ten minutes later Sasha was tucked up in bed, Angie had gone to join the pool players and Tina was fixing a pitcher of iced tea, and some cheese and crackers, and explaining something . . .
‘A show that what?’ Kit asked.
‘It’s like a fake version of our lives. So funny.’
Kit made a very unimpressed, very Kit-like Hmph noise and continued putting the groceries away.