Marta shrank into herself as Uncle Alf, getting drunker by the minute, turned up the volume. How had she forgotten this? Every family reunion started and ended the same way. Every. Damned. Time. Her shoulders shrugged up around her ears as she tried to extricate herself from the discussion. Cliff saved her, saying, “Mart, can you come help me with something?”
Sounds like my family! I remember the time Uncle John tried to climb Auntie Dot's Christmas tree. Come to think of it... that might be the last time she hosted 🤣🤣
Sounds like my family! I remember the time Uncle John tried to climb Auntie Dot's Christmas tree. Come to think of it... that might be the last time she hosted 🤣🤣
Leave it to politics! Great story, Dascha.
Nothing is quite as effective as politics to turn people ugly and ruin things.