“There now,” Melody said, taking Violet’s arm for support as they walked away from the table. “I’ve eaten enough to stuff a twenty-five pound turkey. Surely, that will satisfy Benjamin.”
Violet giggled. “You ate half a piece of toast and a tiny bit of quiche. Hardly enough to stuff a Cornish game hen…a very small one, too.”
“I need to keep my girlish figure, don’t I?” Melody replied.
“You practically look like a teenager, Mom” Violet said.
Melody smiled. “I kind of feel like one at this very moment. I should relish it,” she said. “I think, however, that I’m more like a toddler and need a nap, though if anyone makes me I will kick and scream and make quite a fuss.”
“Oh, Mom, if this party is too much for you we can go home right now,” Violet anxiously said.