My Sister Called Me a Leech at Thanksgiving Until a Colonel Stood Up and Changed the Room

and I let it pass without feeding it. He said, “Nice to meet you, ma’am,” and sat back down.

I said, “Likewise, sir,” and went to help my mother with the rolls.

Amanda had outdone herself with the table. Good china, cloth napkins, candle holders that still had the price sticker on the bottom. She seated Colonel O’Neal at the head opposite my father. continue reading …