Over the River...
by Judy Cabito
We pile into
the car. First Mandy, Christy, Shane and Patrick,
whoever he is.
The kids belt
out, "Over the river and through the woods .
. ."
Margaret says,
"Keep it down, you're disturbing Patrick."
She has grown
increasingly fond of him since he showed up.
Staying in our guestroom, eating our food, going
to church with us and now this.
"For
Christsake, Maggie. What's with this Patrick
stuff?"
Her eyes widen
as we turn into her parent's drive: lights
twinkling, rum-soaked carolers caroling and snow
falling.
Startled and
looking at me straight on, she says, "He's
your uncle, right?”
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