“Holidays are tough. Leastways that’s what the modern image is, you know?” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“That it’s dysfunctional. People get together to supposedly have a good time, but there are fights or just nothing ever works out. It can never be Norman Rockwell, so it might as well be a sitcom of disasters.”
“You’re just going to skip over the talk about sex, aren’t you?”
“Who’s telling this? Me. And I covered the important part, so we’re moving on.”
“I shall make sure our next film revue has lots of suggestive material in it.”
“That’s a trap. You’re trying to make me comment about the sexual content of Vampire Sorority Vixens.”
Nikki shrugged, but couldn’t keep the smile from her lips.
“Not happening. Back to the story.”
“And it can’t be. Don’t know what old Norman was looking at for inspiration, but people are people. And I’m sure I’m going to have some rough patches with my family. It’s inevitable because we’re different people. But we’re also going to have fun. I’m going to get to toss a football with my brother, play board games with the whole family, talk to Dad about his favorite teams, and make sure I’m out of the house while Ma’s making pies.
“It used to be harder. When we all lived in Boston. But now we’ve all realized that we don’t get to see each other much, and that we can make the most of it. My brother might even try to jump me to prove he’s still better than me and can make me cry uncle. He can be a real sneaky jerk, like attacking while I watch cartoons.”
“You still watch cartoons?”
“Sure. Better than the rest of TV.”
“You have a point, there.”