The Killers Eye's

ONE

I placed the last plate of food on the table, and smiled at the set. It was Thanksgiving and it was my turn to have the family over. I had a little kid's table, and an adults table. The kids table had two liters of soda in the middle of the table with juice boxes surrounding them. The adults table had three different types of wine in the middle, and wine glasses beside each plate. The turkey had pepper sprinkled on top of it, and there was ham drenched in my homemade marinade. Everyone loved the ham. Usually the ham was gone when we were at different people's houses, but I think this year both the ham and turkey will be finished. The food was all on the island in the kitchen, and the cups were in the middle. The couches were protected by a plastic cover just in case anyone wanted to eat out in the living room, and the TV was on the football game. The throw pillows were in one of the empty rooms along with other blankets. I had made a fort for the kids just in case any of them were tired, or wanted to play inside. All the other rooms except for the bathrooms were locked so that no one would go into them, and the basement was off limits too.

Now I just had to tell everyone that food was done. My mother and aunt insisted on helping, but I never really liked having their help, and they knew that. They still insist on asking though. When will they learn? I fixed the name tags that were in front of all the plates since they were a little crooked, and then walked to the back yard watching as everyone had been playing a game of football. (A rule for the host of Thanksgiving dinner: You must have a football, a baseball, a baseball bat and a soccer ball for activity choices.) As much as I wanted to leave them to playing their little game their food was gonna get cold. I called them in for food, and moved out of the way so that everyone could go in. Once they were all inside I told them where everything was, and that they were to find there name tags, and sit there. Once everyone was seated we all began to eat, and chatter.

"Annette your house is so beautiful. How can you afford such a big house." Mother asked getting the room to go silent.

"I am a well known writer mother." I answer and she smiles.

"Ah yes. How could I forget? Are you working on any new books?"

"Yes actually. I can't tell you about it though. It's a secret."

"You can't even tell me a little bit about it?"

"Not even a little."

"Annette since we're all staying here tonight do you have assigned rooms for us all?" Ian asked. He's a songwriter, and my oldest sister's new boyfriend.

"Yes. Everyone who is a couple will be in there own rooms, and the children will be in one room. Also the teenagers will have their own rooms. Two teenagers for each room." I say looking at him, and feeling my right eye twitch. A sign of attraction for me. No one noticed and I would rather keep it that way.

"Got a lot of rooms, huh?"

"183 bedrooms. A bathroom for each room, and some bathrooms scattered around the house."

"And you live by yourself?"

"All by myself."

"No chef? No butlers?"

"Nope. Just me."

"Don't you ever get lonely Annette?" My oldest sister asked, and I smiled.

"Sometimes yes. But I must limit my distractions or I'll never finish any of my books."

"I guess you're right."

"Indeed I am. Now... back to normal conversations. The host is done talking for now." I say before everyone started to talk, and eat food.

We had all been eating for a while, but one of the snot bags at the kids table had flung food from his table to ours. Mashed potatoes drenched in gravy smacked my face and began to drip down my shirt. Everyone gasped, and held their breath. They were waiting for me to either keep it cool, like a good host, or go crazy, like a bad host. I simply asked for a napkin, and wiped off the potatoes, and gravy from my chest and face. Everyone started to breathe again, and began to eat. I got up from the table, and walked over to the kids table. I kneeled down, and looked at all the kids.