Beatrice had spent twelve turkeys trying to prove she was important.
By dinner, she’d wish she’d left the grocery store empty-handed.
Tonight’s going to give it a whole new meaning.
That afternoon, Beatrice posted online:
Caption: Tonight, we celebrate generosity, compassion, and exciting new beginnings!
I showed Mom.
“The turkey woman?”
“Yep.”
She’d left the grocery store empty-handed.
“What’s happening tonight?”
“She’s learning humility.”
Mom grinned. “Can I come?”
“Doctor’s orders say rest.”
“Doctors ruin everything.”
She’s learning humility.
By five, I was at Beatrice’s restaurant, where Walter had authorized me to coordinate the charity activities.
Daniel, the manager, met us near the kitchen.
“Beatrice ordered champagne towers and imported desserts,” he said.
“And the charity contribution?”
“A percentage of tonight’s proceeds.”
Doctors ruin everything.
I turned to Walter. “Seriously?”
He sighed. “Daniel, can your kitchen prepare two hundred meals with extra staff?”
