Okay, here it is. I told you I would put one up...SUCCESS! I just want to throw some ground rules out for you (and myself because I keep forgetting-lol). I'm going to try and stick to Chandler and make it 3rd person point of view. I haven't really stuck to this, so hopefully by making the choice now it'll stick. Haha. So happy turkey day and happy reading!!
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“Umm...can you read that again?” Sadie squeaked, her disgust mingled in with surprise.
“We're suppose to clean it out and stick the veggies in there...” Chandler trailed off, her amber eyes lingering on the turkey carcass in the pan on the counter.
“I'll play you for it.” Sadie quipped, her own mossy-green eyes on the turkey.
“On three.” Chandler said, putting the cookbook on the counter and readying her right fist. “One...two...three...shoot.”
Sadie pulled paper, her gold nails playing off the light as they faced upward, and Chandler pulled scissors. “Two out of three?” Sadie asked, her voice gaining a hint of desperation as the thought of touching the cold bird became more apparent.
“No way,” Chandler backed up and went over to the potatoes on the stove, “I'm going to start on the potatoes then desserts. Don't forget to tie it off and baste it after you put in the veggies.”
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It only took Sadie an hour to get the turkey together, her disgust for touching the turkey lessening after the cavern was filled and tied off at the legs. “I'm going to shower...with lots of hot water.” Sadie said as she left the kitchen, her hands as far away from her body as possible.
Chandler nodded and rubbed her forehead before going back to kneading the dough for the homemade rolls that night. Ten minutes passed before the doorbell rang announcing that Sadie's parents and Chandler's family had shown up. “Door's open!” Chandler called out, setting aside the rolls now so they could raise before being put into the oven.
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The Macy Thanksgiving Parade music switched to that of a football game, the commentators remarking on different plays and passes as Chandler ran around the kitchen.
“Are you sure you don't need any help honey?” Emma, Chandler's mom asked as she hovered in the doorway of the kitchen watching her daughter move from one pot to another in a rush.
“I'm fine mom,” Chandler clipped out, her attention more focused on the meal then on her mother. “Sadie and I said we would take care of it this year--”
“Yeah,” Sadie said as she moved past her aunt to put a cooled pie into the fridge and away from people's picking fingers. “We've got this Auntie Em. Being grown up and what not. Go out an enjoy the parade.” Sadie finished, popping the fridge door closed with her hip and smiling up at her aunt.
“Alright,” Emma said before leaving the kitchen. The door swung back into place once she moved and left Chandler and Sadie to themselves.
“I can't believe we agreed to this,” Chandler frantically whispered to her cousin. Her blonde hair was loose in the hair tie causing her long fringe to hang around her face. There was a streak of flour across her forehead from when Chandler worked on the bread earlier that morning, she hadn't had time to wash it off yet.
Sadie walked over to Chandler, nudging her aside a little. Next to her cousin, Sadie looked well having been able to sneak in a quick shower before the main food needed more work. “Let me take over for a little bit. Go take a shower or something, it'll be fine Chan.”
“But--”Chandler started to protest as Sadie pushed her cousin through the door.
“Go, I've got it.”
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Chandler stood in her bathroom, washed and dressed in something clean, and worrying about the meal that her and Sadie had been making. What if it turned out awful? What if they burned something? Did they forget anything that they had needed? Looking down, Chandler saw her thinning sheers sticking out of the open drawer. Grabbing them, she pulled a section of hair forward and snipped, this she had control over.
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“Cute bangs,” Sadie said as she pulled the turkey out of the oven to check it's process.
“Thanks.” Chandler pulled the rest of her hair into a ponytail to keep it out of the way as she finished helping Sadie out.
Closing the oven door again Sadie walked over to Chandler and placed an arm around her shoulders. “You freaked out didn't you?” Her voice had a light tone to it.
“A little,” Chandler chuckled, “figured I could control my hair but these stupid things aren't cooperating either.”
“It'll be fine. And everything is done too.” Sadie said, tugging on Chandler’s hair and resting her head on her cousin's shoulder.
Blowing up to move the fringe from her eyes Chandler stirred the green beans once more. “Okay, let's eat.”
“Great, I can't wait to eat this! Especially that turkey, it doesn't look so gross anymore.”
Laughing, Chandler moved the green beans into a bowl. “Yeah, and we didn't blow it up like dad and Uncle Andrew did last year.”
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