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Christmas Pie
by Mat Twassel
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Jerry brought the stuff over a little after noon,
figuring worst case he'd just leave it on the porch.
Along with a fresh turkey of fifteen pounds, a Tupperware
container of stuffing mix: onions, mushrooms, celery all
chopped in, all ready to go, and balanced on top a
pumpkin pie, everything home made, he had a treat to take
care of Diablo, the neighbor's pesky German Shepherd, but
as it turned out Joyce was there to answer the door.
"I brought you a turkey," Jerry said, "just in case."
His arms were full, not that he expected a hug.
Puzzled for a moment, Joyce said, "That's sweet of you."
"Um, where should I put it?"
Jerry could hear Mark in the background, his jolly,
"Who's there, honey?"
"Oh, just set it down. Set it down anywhere. We'll figure
out refrigerator space later."
"Did you have one? You can always use an extra turkey,
right?"
"Right. Thanks."
"I didn't know if you'd got one. I was thinking maybe
you hadn't, you know? You were always ... And what with
it being so close to Christmas ..."
"Look, I'd ask you in, but ... but we're kind of, you
know?"
"Are Jimmy and Jeff?" Peering over Joyce's shoulder Jerry
could see the tree, lots of lights, tinsel, bright shiny
ornaments, and underneath lots and lots of handsomely
wrapped packages. He didn't see the presents he'd mailed,
but that didn't mean anything--maybe they were buried.
"At friends," Joyce said.
"Right."
"Okay," Jerry said. "Sure, well, Merry Christmas."
"Right. Merry Christmas."
"Everything okay, honey?" Jerry heard as the door closed.
In years past Jerry and Joyce stuffed the turkey
Christmas morning while the twins played with their new
toys. Jerry would hold the bird open while Joyce spooned
in the mix. "You love my stuffing," Jerry always
remarked. "I love your stuffing," Joyce always answered.
While the twins napped, or later when they were old
enough to play out of doors with their toys guns, with
the turkey roasting in a slow oven and the tree lights
glittering softly, Joyce and Jerry would make love--not
quite a quickie, but urgent just in case--the Christmas
afternoon fuck became a tradition, too. Driving back to
his apartment, Jerry wondered if it was one Joyce and
Mark would continue. Or more likely they had traditions
of their own, though it'd only been a year, a year to the
day that he'd waited up half the night, having tucked
Jeffie and Jimmy in, having given them each their bedtime
snack and story, having sat by the blinking tree while
the traditional bottle of pinot noir sat unopened on the
coffee table and the hours limped along.
"Remember the office Christmas party last year?" Joyce
said, melting into Mark's embrace. It was where they'd
first kissed, the corner near the Xerox, and an hour
later the sweet explosion of his handsome cock in her
mouth in the supply closet, and an hour after that in her
cunt in the cab on the way to his place, and an hour
after that in her ass on his pull-out couch not even
pulled out. Sometimes she could almost come just thinking
about it. Too bad cost-cutting got this year's company
party.
"What's all this stuff on the porch?" It was Jimmy and
Jeff bursting in. Jeffie was holding the pie.
"Just stuff," Joyce said. "A Christmas pie. Put it down.
We're going to throw it out."
"Throw it out?" Jimmy cried. "It's Dad's pie, isn't it?
Why are we going to throw it out?"
"Yeah, why are we going to throw it out?" Jeffie put in.
"We like Dad's pie."
"He is a good cook," Mark said. He laughed heartily.
"His restaurant didn't go under because he was a bad
cook."
"Yeah, let's keep it," Jimmy said. "Christmas pie,
Christmas pie, Christmas pie," he and Jeffie chanted.
"No way," Joyce said. "You two take it out to the garbage
right now, and that's final. And then come in and wash
your hands. And stamp your feet real good. It's starting
to snow and I don't want snow tracked all over the
house."
Glumly the boys did as she asked.
The snow continued throughout the afternoon and evening
and well into the night. By morning there were some
impressive drifts across the backyard, but not quite
enough to cover the body of Diablo.
==============
Christmas Pie
by Mat Twassel
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