Chapter 45: Let It Cool“Nico!” Lene yelled over the sound of the chaos that was our Christmas family dinner, “pass the mash potatoes, please!”
In the other room, my father’s Christmas with Willie Nelson album was playing on full blast, and at the table, Percy and Vivian were high on sugar, acting wild. Across from my seat, slumped over Myles’s lap, Violet-Rose was throwing her third tantrum of the evening, while at the other end of the table, Boone and my dad, both tipsy, shouted happily about politics, their favorite subject.
I looked around the large table covered edge to edge with food and found the potatoes. I handed the dish to my sister. “Here. Knock yourself out.”
“Thanks!” Lene dumped two huge scoops on her plate. “Mylesey, honey,” she said, looking over to her left where Myles
