Keeley mumbled under her breath as she tried to make sure everything was accounted for. The pies were baked or bought, the rolls were in the oven, the neighbors were bringing the candied yams and other vegetables, and the mashed potatoes were boiling on the stove.
"Dad! How's the turkey coming?"
"I checked on it a few minutes ago; it still has forty-five minutes to go," he called from the living room.
She sighed. The guests would be arriving soon. Valentina arrived early in the morning when Keeley did to help with the food but they were expecting four more including Ryan. The table only seated six so they were borrowing a folding chair from one of the neighbors to help everyone fit.
"Relax, Keeley," Valentina soothed. "Everything is going to go fine. Why are you so nervous?"
"You've been here before but Ryan never has. I'm afraid it might be awkward."
