B R I G A D E

                   “My cooking is basically the embodiment of the ‘Thanksgiving with White Families’ hashtag.”

“So, dry turkey?”

“I mean I’m never apposed to baked goods, but why are you giving me some?”

“An old lady can’t share her cookies with her neighbors?”

“¿Porque mientes? No one believes you, madre.”

“Because I’m an old lady and I can and you shouldn’t judge me if I do.”

Danny looked up from the arrangement for his mother he’d been deciding over quietly. “Oh? What’s going on?” he casually (and nosily) moved to take a look out of the window.

“Shh!” She swatted him with her hand and brought her binoculars up to her eyes once more. “That good looking detective is going from door to door, asking questions. No doubt about that missing man.... James?” Bringing the binoculars back down, she pointed to the newspaper. James Stephenson, reported missing two weeks ago. And they still hadn’t found him.

“Did you just have that prepared? But great. We’ll start with the fourth and watch them in the order that god intended. I mean George Lucas.”

“..I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’ll let him know. For a tough old, biddy you sure are a sucker for romance. Don’t say that ma, there’s only a few weeks until the next one. I think it’s time for a rewatch.”

“What can I say, it brings joy to my heart. What!? Already??? That soon!!!!?????? ....I think it is, too.”

“Thank you. Well, from what I’ve gathered, I think Ivan’s got a crush on this blond guy. Oh, and Darth Vadar is our electrician.”

“Isn’t that adorable. You think one of them’ll be by to buy the other flowers already, or no? ..So he has a breathing problem?”

“Ma! Jesus fuckin’ christ! Do you have to get so candid when we’re about to have tea?”

“I’m just stating a fact, son. Milk and sugar?”