"Hi everyone, c'mon in!"
Leave it to Aunt Elizabeth to open the door, smile, hold back Satchmo, who after all is still pretty much a puppy, take our coats and yell at Uncle Peter to take his pot roast out so it doesn't over cook.
"K, hon." he yells back.
Mom walks back to the kitchen with Aunt El, and start discussing shoes. Not exactly my favorite topic.
As soon as he's released Satchmo rolls over and demands that I rub his tummy. His name is technically Satchmo II, because the first Satchmo died when I was six. Apparently I refused to eat for almost a week after he died. Satchmo II is two years old.
"Good Morning young Padawan."
"Hi Uncle Mozz" I say without looking up from the dog.
"Take the pebble from my hand."
I slowly stand up and face him. Little does he realize that I've lifted a twenty from his pocket as I straightened up.
"I'll trade you." I hold the twenty between my pointer and middle finger.
Dad laughs "The student has tricked the master."
Grumbling, Uncle Mozz hands me over the pebble. "You know, I remember when kids had more respect for their elders."
"Considering the fact you never did, I don't think it really matters." I reply.
"Touche."
"Now remember Kate," says Uncle Peter as he walks in from the kitchen, gesturing to me with his oven mitt clad hands, "stealing is illegal. That's a fact that some people in this room often forget."
"Actually no Peter," says Dad "I believe ignore would be more accurate."
Thanks so much to everyone for all the positive reviews! It's nice to know that I'm not the only one who enjoys my writing.
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