“Sit up.” Mom says.
She gets up and stands behind Sissy’s chair. Sissy’s hair is always in her food. Mom uses her fingers and combs it back into a ponytail. She sits back down.
“John, at work, got the first deer of the season.” Dad says. He shovels more potatoes into his mouth and Mom nods.
“That’s good. He didn’t get anything last year—right?” she says.
I look down at Sissy’s hand and slide mine towards hers. She starts eating the chicken, and I pull one of her fingers.
“Yeah,” Dad says, “at least this year they can fill their freezer.”
She reaches over and flicks my thumb.
“Mhmm, I can’t believe how bad things were—“
I squeeze her pinky finger and she starts giggling.
Mom looks over at us.
“Shhhh! Eat your dinner. Dad and I are talking.”
We look down, still trying not to laugh. Sissy sticks her fork in another piece of chicken.
“Anyway, it looks like things are getting better for them.”
“Yeah, yeah. Seems like it is.”
Mom and Dad keep talking. I slide my foot next to Sissy’s chair leg.