There went the syrup tureen…
“I am fine,” Jeff insisted.
A napkin…a knife…a candlestick…the flower centerpiece…all disappeared over the side of the table, and no one said a word about it.
“On your side of the family, if I remember correctly,” Grandfather Tanner said to Grandmother Tanner.
“There was no such thing!” she snapped back.
Jeff closed his eyes. Relaxed.
I am fine, he repeated silently to himself. Fine. I am fine. Everything is fine. Fine, fine, fine. Fine fine fine fine fine FINE FINE.
“Oh, Geraldine,” Granny Jobson chuckled, “it’s alright to have a few screws loose, as long as everybody’s having a good time.”
“Amen,” said Nana.
Jeff slowly opened his eyes.
No hand.
But also no napkin, no knife, no candlestick, and no flower centerpiece, either.
Hmmm. If those things weren’t here…and if he was fine (which he was)…then where did it all go?
“It might be alright for you, but not in the Tanner family,” Grandmother Tanner sniffed.
“That’s what I’m saying,” Grandfather Tanner continued. “It was in your family, the Pattersons.”
“I will not listen to my lineage being slandered,” Grandmother Tanner hissed. “At least my family didn’t make their money off of bootlegging in the ‘20’s.”
“What’s bootlegging?” Davey asked. “I wanna bootleg!”
Jeff leaned over in his chair and slowly lifted up the tablecloth.
Grandfather Tanner clanked down his silverware. “We had a very fine president who came from bootleggers!”
Jeff stuck his head under the table.
And there, surrounded by bacon, eggs, syrup, saltshaker, grapefruit, creamer, and flower centerpiece, sat a chubby little kid with eyes like black buttons, stuffing his grimy little face.
Jeff stared at the chubby little kid.
The chubby little kid stared back at Jeff.
They both screamed at the same time.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Jeff howled.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” screeched the chubby little kid.
Jeff jerked up his head, and slammed it against the underside of the table.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Jeff screamed again.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” bellowed the chubby little kid.
Jeff finally got his head out from under the table. Everyone around him, even Davey and Brian, looked like they’d just seen the mouth of hell open up and the devil step out.
“THERE’S A KID UNDER THERE!” Jeff screamed.
“WHAT?!” everyone yelled back.
“THERE’S A KID UNDER THERE! LOOK, LOOK, BEFORE HE DISAPPEARS!”
Seven heads ducked under the tablecloth. Davey, Brian, Granny, Elise, Nana, Grandmother Tanner, and Grandfather Tanner.
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