Darius an opening to start a conversation. Heâd been staring at Miz like a confused caveman since they had arrived.
âWho the hell are you?â Darius asked her.
Miz smiled at him. Then she said, âTaco, help me bring in the food from the car.â
âYou got it!â I said.
We carried in a whole Thanksgiving dinner, pal. Turkey, stuffing, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce in cans, soft white bread, and two pies: one apple, one pumpkin. We had a feast on our hands, which made me like Miz even more.
The Detroit Lions started playing some football on TV, so Darius and Dad sunk into the couch and did what they do best, which is veg out (even though they both hate the Lions). Iâm not about vegging, so I worked with the fragrant Miz to heat the beans, potatoes, and turkey.
âYouâre a little chef, arenât you?â Miz said.
âWell, I donât have formal training, maâam, but I like to think Iâm handy with a frying pan,â I told her.
Darius seemed to think there was a wall between the kitchen and the living room, but there wasnât. Never was. He seemed to think me and the Miz wouldnât hear him behave like an animal.
âSo is that our new mom?â Darius asked during a commercial break.
âNo,â Dad said. âYouâll only ever have one mother.â
âAre you doing her?â Darius asked.
âDarius,â Dad said. âCareful.â
âShe looks like a portly pig in that coat.â
âGod damn it,â Dad said. âYouâd better put a cork in it.â
âOr what? Youâll have her sit on me?â
In the kitchen, like fifteen feet away from that hubbub, Miz smiled. âI think we can set the table. Is it easy enough to move your computer off there?â
âYes, maâam. Itâs no trouble at all,â I said. Iâm sure my face was red because I was so embarrassed about stupid Darius, but Miz seemed totally fine.
âIs porky serving us ham for dinner?â Darius asked.
âIâm sorry about him,â I said to Miz. âDarius had a bad past life, so heâs very ornery, generally speaking.â
Miz winked at me. âI expected a little pushback. I suggested your daddy should let you both know I was coming, but he thought it would be a nice surprise.â
âIt sure is a nice surprise,â I said.
âArenât you sweet?â she replied.
Then she leaned over and gave me a grandma-style peck on the cheek. I could smell that perfumeâor maybe it was lotion?âon my face the rest of the day. Whatever, dingus. I liked it a lot because mom types are good.
During the Thanksgiving meal, Darius stewed in his own sack of mad. He ate fast and hard and sort of growled while he chewed. I, on the other hand, made a lot of fine jokes, and Miz laughed and laughed and slapped my shoulder a bunch. Dadâs eyes sparkled as he watched us make jokes. He clearly thought Miz and me were all that. I liked seeing Dad happy because heâs not a very happy guy. Not normally.
Unfortunately, the good times couldnât last. The situation between Dad and me got tricky like two minutes after everybody ate their pie. Dad dropped his paper napkin on his plate and said, âMiz, Darius, how about you two go and finish watching the game? I need to have a conversation with Taco.â
âAbout how heâs gonna be a dad?â Darius hissed.
Dadâs face turned red, and he shook his head.
âYou going to talk dad to dad?â Darius taunted.
âShut up,â I told him. âYou said you werenât going to tell him.â
âHow about you and me get to know each other over some football?â Miz said to Darius.
Darius kicked back his chair. âIâm going downstairs.â
âYouâre welcome to stay for this discussion, maâam,â I said. Given what was about to go down, I really wanted her
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