“Enough,” Lila finally snapped, her voice cutting through the wailing. “This is Christmas . Can we please just… be happy for one hour?”
Mark snorted. “Oh, for God’s sake, Cora—” Mistress Of Hypnosis Holidazed
And then there was Cora.
“It’s just a little relaxation technique,” Cora said, her voice dropping into a lower, richer register. “A gift, really. For the holidays. Close your eyes, everyone.” “Oh, for God’s sake, Cora—” And then there
Cora leaned forward, setting her water glass down with a soft, deliberate clink . “Actually, Aunt Lila,” she said, her voice as smooth as the eggnog no one was drinking. “I think I can help with that.” For the holidays
Mark, who had been staring at the ceiling fan with a blissful, empty smile, obediently took a bite. “Wow,” he breathed. “It’s like… a yam from a dream.”