The Macy Day’s Parade played in the background while I sat on the sofa. I felt nervous mainly because this holiday could kill me, literally. I could get killed on Thanksgiving which would be quite interesting but the idea still made me sick.
“Logan, why are you pale as a ghost?” My mother stared at me while she had a bowl in her hands.
“Mom is Uncle Mickey coming?” I had to ask her.
“No reason.” I just didn’t want to tell her, even though I knew I should have.
She shrugged and went back in the kitchen.
I followed her, “Okay I’ll tell you.”
“Alright.” She dumped some potatoes in a boiling pot.
“I shut down his night club two weeks ago.”
She cracked a smile but didn’t respond.
“Mom I’m not playing around, Detective Ric and I did it.”
“Honey what are talking about?
“I know that he’s a mobster mom.”
“Sure, hand me some butter. I want to get this meal done for lunch.”
I was a little irritated with her; she didn’t believe me or take me for serious. This family kept secrets and never talked about problems. That was one thing that made me upset. I was eighteen, not a child anymore, I should get the right to know stuff. I liked Uncle Mickey, he’s a good guy but had a dark side and I learned that. The man killed people for a living and sold illegal weapons. One thing he didn’t do was prostitution. I guess that was good thing, but he did kill people.
“Logan can you get the door?”
I went in the Living Room and starred at the door, I knew what was behind it.
My mother walked in, “Logan get the door please, don’t be rude.” She yelled at me
I opened the oak door; it was Uncle Mickey and Aunt Annie.
“Happy Thanksgiving.” Aunt Annie kissed my left cheek.
I didn’t say anything, I just smiled. My uncle didn’t talk to me; he went in the kitchen to his sister.
“Aren’t you glad to see your Aunt?”
“Yes, Aunt Annie.” I sighed.
The table was set, and it was impressive. The turkey was golden brown skin that was juicy in the middle. The side dishes ranged from sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, coleslaw, and creamed cucumbers. The desserts were pumpkin pies, chocolate pies, and lemon meringue. It was over done like most Thanksgivings were.
My other family had showed, Aunt Ruth, Cousin Matt, and great Uncle Lou. It was a total of seven people. Normally it was larger but my mother didn’t do supper this year, it was only lunch. I liked the idea because then they would leave faster or I hoped.
“Sit down everyone.” My mother nicely ordered everyone.
Everyone took their spots, I made sure I was far away from danger, I felt a little childish of being afraid. I pushed back my blond bangs and concentrated on my plate.
The conversation around the room was light; Aunt Ruth was the only one who talked. I could notice that Uncle Mikey kept his green pale eyes on me, and his fedora hat was tipped. I knew that he was upset; you could see it in his face. I also knew that screwed up, doing the right thing could lead to a family feud. My mother also looked distressed; I think that it finally sunk in on what I told her.
“Logan, can I talk to you outside?” Uncle Mikey finally talked to me.
The room felt hot and I felt dizzy, I stared at my mom like she would say something but she didn’t, she kept silent. They all stared at me and waited for me to say something. I couldn’t, I was paralyzed with fear.
“Yes, Uncle Mickey I will.” I stood up from my uneaten plate and walked outside with him.
The cool November air was chilly; there was a little snow on the once covered green grass. A typical Thanksgiving Day.
Mikey had his arms crossed, his stern face stared down at me.
I spoke first, “I know why were out here, Ric needed an informant, I don’t know why I did it.” I tried to sound like the pathetic kid I was.
“Logan I could kill you that would solve my problems but for some reason I’m not upset at you.”
I almost gave a sigh of relief but instead I held it in.
“Reasons because I take care of your mother and you since your father’s death. You got to a detective and help him close a club of mine, I admire that you want to wipe crime out. You’re a good kid, maybe too good. So I decided to get out of it, your mother and I talked about before.”
“You’re leaving the business?”
“I’m giving Dane the business.”
“That’s good; they don’t have anything on you Ric said.”
“Yeah well I got an honest job now, and I’m taking you, Annie, and your mother to Greenwich.”
I smiled, away from this dump would be nice. I almost laughed because here I thought he was going to kill me, and he wasn’t going too. He was reforming all because of me.
“Let’s get inside before we miss dessert.”
“Uncle Mickey, Happy Thanksgiving.” I smiled at him, the first time I could look at him and know that everything would turn out because he was a changed man. It would be a Thanksgiving I would never forget.