“Hey, you smell that?” Ronnie excitedly said, as he stepped into Violet’s house. “She made breakfast for us!”
Simon took a deep breath with his eyes closed. “Oh my God… that smells awesome.”
“I’m gonna kill her,” Victor muttered as he pushed past his sons and followed the enchanting smells and Violet’s singing to the kitchen, his boys at his heels.
“Good morning!” Violet said, potholder-hands holding a tray of steaming blueberry muffins. “You’re right on time.”
“Holy sh…I mean… wow,” Ronnie said, staring at the food laden table.
“Have you ever seen so many good things to eat on one table?” Simon muttered.
“Only at Thanksgiving,” Ronnie mumbled. He tore his eyes from the table and pushed his father away from Violet. He bent down and kissed her cheek. “Thanks, Mom!”