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What Goes

Bump in the Night

“G-Pa?” shouted Alex, knocking loudly. “Gran? We’re here!”

“I’ll bet they’re upstairs,” said Ms. DeRose, following her daughter into

the mudroom, arms filled with Thanksgiving bags and bundles. “Here, use

my key.” She shifted the load to one arm to pull her key ring out of her coat

pocket.

Alex put the sack of yams she was carrying on the mudroom table and

took the keys from her mom. She unlocked the door and bounded into the

kitchen, followed by Abbie and her mom and dad.

Thanksgiving was Alex’s favorite time to visit her grandparents. She loved

their historic farmhouse and the fact that it had been in the family for three

generations. It even had its own ghost, according to G-Pa.

Alex and Abbie dashed upstairs and found G-Pa and Gran in the attic,

getting the holiday dishes out of storage. The girls hugged them hello, then

helped carry the decorative platters and bowls downstairs. Soon the family

was chatting happily and preparing for the feast. Abbie snapped green beans.

Mom washed cranberries. Dad basted the turkey. G-Pa found the beaters for

the whipping cream. Alex set the table with gold-rimmed plates topped with

auburn napkins folded to look like turkeys. And Gran was everywhere at once,

making sure everyone had what they needed, when they needed it.

“What do you think, Gran?” Alex asked when her grandmother peeked

into the dining room.

“Beautiful! There’s some bittersweet growing in the yard that will make