Then Elvira muttered a premonitory, “Oo lawdy, I’m thinkin’ family drama is far from over.”

“Uh…” Jill started, “Mom, we should have, um… Laura and me should have probably told you we invited Dad.”

Oh man!

“We thought that…” Laura began then hesitated, “well, it would be the kind of news better delivered at the last minute.”

My eyes flew to Elvira who had her hands full with shoving potato peels down the disposal, her eyes hit mine and her eyebrows hit her hairline.

Fern didn’t move. Fern was frozen. Fern was engaged in what fifteen seconds before was a thought she never thought she’d have and that was that she wanted to commit double homicide with her victims being her daughters.

“Grandpa’s here! Grandpa’s here! Grandpa’s here! ” Ellie shouted from the doorway then added, “Yippee!” then she raced away, shouting “Grandpa’s here!” in what I was guessing was on her way to the TV room.

Dylan filled the doorway next and he did it tugging on Cob’s hand. “Look!” he cried.

“Grandpa! Isn’t it cool? Grandpa hasn’t ever been to Thanksgiving!”

“Heya girls,” Cob said carefully to Jill, Laura and his granddaughters then his eyes came to me. “Heya Tess, honey.” Then they went to Lenore and Elvira in turn and he bowed his head slightly in greeting.

“Hey Dad,” Jill warily whispered.

That was when we heard, “What… the… fuck? ”

My eyes got big and my lower lip stretched out in an “eek!” look at Elvira as everyone turned to the door.

“What the f**k? ” This time it was shouted and I didn’t know him very well but I knew it was Levi.

“Dylan, honey, go get your sister and go outside and play,” Laura said urgently to her bewildered and somewhat frightened looking son who had his head tipped back and looking at someone in the hallway. “Now, honey, all you kids stay outside.” Dylan dazedly looked at his Mom and she repeated, “Now, baby.”

He let his grandfather’s hand go and dashed away.

Cob’s gaze slid through Jill and Laura, he cottoned onto the situation and then he turned to look down the hall.

“Now, Levi –” he started.

“Get the f**k out,” we heard.

“Levi –” Jill began, moving to the door.

“Get… the f**k… out!” Levi roared.

“Son –” Cob started again only to be cut off by Levi.

“I am not your son, you motherfucking ass**le.”

Cob winced.

Oh man.

“Levi!” Laura snapped, also moving to the door but she didn’t need to.

Levi shoved passed his father and entered the kitchen, starting the wave that included Austin, Fritz and Brock but Brock settled just inside the doorway close to his father.

“Levi, cool it until the kids are outside,” he rumbled.

Levi scowled at his brother, visibly counted to ten then fifteen (and I was right along with him), we all heard the door close and then he let loose.

Turning to his sisters, he snarled, “You two are un-fucking-believable.”

“Careful, bud,” Fritz growled.

Levi swung to Fritz and declared, “Fuck that.”

This needed to play out but without the audience it had.

This was my decision therefore I whispered, “Kalie, Kellie, why don’t you guys, Lenore, Elvira and I go out and see what the kids are up to?”

“Good idea, Tess, this is a family situation,” Levi gritted at me.

Bad move.

Really bad move.

I knew this when Brock took two long strides to his brother and got toe-to-toe and nose-to-nose with him and the thick atmosphere became suffocating.

“Tess talked me down earlier and now I’m seein’ I shouldn’t have let her. You need to cool it or, honest to f**kin’ God, Levi, I’ll see that you do.”

“Do not bullshit me, Slim, you do not want that man here any more than I do,” Levi shot back, throwing out an arm and pointing at his father.

“You don’t know what I want,” Brock replied and Levi’s eyes narrowed.

“Fuck me, you? You are buyin’ this bullshit? Pretty convenient he sees the error of his ways when he’s got cancer eatin’ out his insides,” Levi returned scornfully.

I pressed my lips together, Laura made a noise like a whimper, Kalie moved so she was closer to Kellie and Fern decided she was done and I knew this because she said so.

And she did this with a whispered, “I’m done with this.”

Brock disengaged from the angry man stare down, turned and stepped to his brother’s side and all eyes turned to Fern.

Fern looked to Cob.

“This is my house and I say who’s welcome here. It’s Thanksgiving, Cob, and I’m sorry for you that you don’t know if you’ll have another one. But I’m happy for you to sit at the table with your family for this one. You didn’t give me much but you did give me the four most precious things in my life. For that, I can give you this.”

Okay, well, I pretty much liked Fern before.

Now I knew I really liked her.

Then she looked to Levi and kept talking.

“I love you, sweetheart, but you have to get that hate out of your gut or it’ll eat out your insides like the cancer is eating your father. And,” her eyes slid to Lenore then back to Levi,

“I’ll add it might be a good time for you to wake up.”

I felt eyes, looked to Elvira and saw her grinning at me.

Fern wasn’t done.

“Now, we’ve got dinner to finish off so go and watch your game and, I’ll tell you this,”

her eyes honed in on Levi, “it might be Cob’s last Thanksgiving with his family but that also means it might be his family’s last Thanksgiving with him. And we all should do what we can to make it a damned good memory because for my grandbabies out there, it’s gonna need to last awhile.”

No one said anything and no one moved.

So Fern went on, “Levi, can you do that for your sisters and your nieces and nephews?”

Levi didn’t answer. Levi stared at his mother for long moments before his eyes sliced through his sisters then he turned on his boot and walked out.

Fern sighed.

Cob said quietly, “Appreciate it, Fern.”

Her eyes went to him and she nodded.

Then she looked to her granddaughters and said softly, “That looks pretty, girls, put it in the middle of the dining room table, would you?”