“You chose,” he’d remind me later. “You could’ve gone home.”

“You needed help! Neither of you knew how to do it right!” I retorted.

“Well, is it almost done?” He’d asked thrice before.

Feet aching, sweat pouring down my face, I replied “Yes, the turkey will be finished by dinnertime.”

AJ Joseph occasionally writes at Words from Sonobe and tweets very short stories as @sonobeus.