A Thanksgiving Dinner Gone Bad

Before I tell this story, the name of the family is not named for privacy reasons.

I  awoke from my bed that afternoon with excitement. My grandmother always cooks the most delicious turkey. I walked down my spiral staircase and there she was,  just like every Thanksgiving.  I gave her a kiss and said “Happy Thanksgiving.”  The Turkey was already in the oven waiting to be attacked like a animal attacking it’s prey.  I saw 3 extra seats and I asked who were our special guests tonight. She told me her friends and their niece.  At the time, I was looking forward to meeting them and exchanging in intellectual conversation. But little did I know this was a Thanksgiving disaster. The clock struck four and I saw two cars pull up in my driveway.  I saw the same silver Toyota that my aunt and uncle drive, then I saw a blue Lexus. I gazed at the car to see my awaited guests.  A  tall pale man with long dark hair got out of the drivers seat. On the passenger side was a woman dressed in all pink. She resembled an older Marilyn Monroe (which is always a good thing.) Finally, in the back seat, a young girl popped out, she had glasses and was wearing a black dress, with a sparkle of silver lining up and down both sides. She looked like a nice innocent girl , the type of girl that you would picture when you stereotyped a “good girl.”  The door was wide open, and they walked in and greeting everyone, while I was sitting on the sofa watching the football game. The family finally approached me and introduced themselves I shook their hands, and smiled at the teenage girl. She smiled back. It was 5PM, and all 7 of us (mom, sister, and grandfather included) were ready to chow down.  The turkey and stuffing were sensational, and the feedback from our guests was positive as well. We were engaging in conversations such as college, politics, and religion. I took it on myself to ask the teenage girl where she was from, and her age. She told me she was 16 and from outside of Philadelphia. Right away I could relate because I grew up outside of Philadelphia as well. We talked about sports, school, and what she did on the weekends. In our weekend conversation, she said ” I usually don’t go out often because my fiance gets mad.” I paused, and dropped my fork accidentally, and asked one more time to make sure I was not hearing things. “You have a fiance?.”  She told me he proposed to her two weeks ago at Friendly’s restaurant (which I found quite amusing.) I was speechless and tried not to laugh. What the hell is a 16 year old girl doing in engaged?  The story gets better people,  I then asked her how old her fiance was. “20.” she says.  I had no further comments or questions. I was sick too my stomach. The turkey that I had halfway finished, I could no longer finish. I looked across the dinner table to see my families reaction. 1 word; disgusted. My sister put her head down on the table, and tried not to show emotion. She is a year younger then the teenage girl. Then the girl whispered in my ear and said “by the way, between you and me, I love to have sex, and I have already slept with 9 boys.” I finally got up, and said,  excuse me I feel nauseous from the food, I am going to throw up.” I walked away, and coughed under my breath, “The Maury Show.”