The family was gathered for holiday dinner. Being the youngest adult, I still got relegated to the kid’s table where the conversation was a scurrilous attack on Debbie Bishop who had brazenly flirted with cousin Pooky’s tenth-grade boyfriend.
The level of vitriol spewing from these high school Mean Girls rivaled the juiciest TMZ scandelmongering.
Talk at the adult table was no kinder. No one was safe from scathing criticism regardless of reality. Rumor and gossip flowed like sweet tea.
Christmas carols played on the stereo. When “Silent Night” came on, they all ceased bearing false witness to sing along.