We had Thanksgiving that year at my house. I'd just gotten a plastic coated tablecloth and then I put an old lacey crocheted tablecloth over it so it would look nicer. Earl was drinking beer and watching me baste the turkey. He looked a little bit interested and a little bit bored at the same time so I picked a fight.
"Earl, take off that ugly hat. It smells like fish." He touched his baseball hat which was green and said "Proud Papa." He looked a little less bored and more interested but he's always been a clever bastard so he didn't step into the fight with me.
"But honey, I like it." He said, and then rubbed his hand on my hip and I started wanting him even though I was too busy to want him.
"Christ, get out of my kitchen and don't come back with that hat on." Earl looked all the way interested in me. But he walked out to the dining room and talked to me from there.
"When are they getting here?" he asked.
"In a couple of hours" I said.
"Marlene and her girls have the same kind of legs as you," he said. "You have beautiful legs."
