As expected, our family returned from their ski trip at around suppertime. Despite their exhaustion, Carrie and Rob insisted on cooking up a supple meal for all of us. As we ate, Laura and I snuck furtive glances at each other and played footsie under the table. They would never know the unthinkable deeds we committed on the very chairs where they sat. We watched Carrie cook with mischievous grins on our faces, knowing that she was oblivious to the sweat and c*m that had been wiped off the counter on which she prepared the food.
After dinner, Aunt Beth and her husband volunteered to perform the cleanup as thanks for Carrie and Rob's wonderful cooking. That left the rest of us to partake in the usual fireside chats. Laura stood in the corner gossiping with Mike, while her parents spoke wit
