The Trials of Thanksgiving – Conclusion

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4247 Maplewood Drive

3:00 PM

Amanda sat on the couch, her feet resting on the ottoman. She wiggled her bare toes. Her poor ankles were swollen. She’d spent too much time on her feet today in the kitchen. After eating dinner, everyone had volunteered to clean the remnants of the meal, telling her to sit down and relax. And to think she’d thought she cooked too much. Now, all the leftovers were safely inside the refrigerator, ready for turkey sandwiches. Which, if she knew her sons, would be wanted in a few hours. Along with more slices of pie. Where in the world did they put it? The amount of food two teenagers could consume always amazed her.

She rubbed her swollen belly. Her ankles hurt, and she didn’t need to look down to know that her feet were swollen, too.

Quack. Quack.

Amanda glanced over at the area they’d set up in the den for the duckling. The little sweetie happily swam in the kitty litter box.

She smiled as she recalled how worried she was when it seemed that her mother had taken longer than necessary to pick up Curt.

When Mother had come in the back door, carrying the little duckling and rambling on about almost hitting her, their trips to the hospital, the vet, and the discount store, Amanda couldn’t help but smile and take the precious baby from her and give it a cuddle.

Lee, on the other hand, had asked what the hell was that ball of fur.

Once Curt and her mother explained that the duckling needed a place to stay until Monday, Amanda had been thrilled to help set up the area for it. She couldn’t help but feel maternal toward the little orphan. Even if she weren’t pregnant, baby animals had always held a soft spot in her heart.

“Well, Curt finally fell asleep.” Mother came into the room and sat down by the miniature pool, splashing the water with her hand.

“I’m glad he brought his pain medication with him.” Amanda looked at the sleeping man in the recliner. His foot had started to bother him at dinner, and her mother had insisted he sit in the recliner and relax after taking his medicine. In a matter of moments, his eyes had closed and he’d begun to snore lightly.

“He should’ve taken it hours ago, but he forgot with all the hoopla surrounding this little darling.” Mother picked up the duck and set it her lap.

“Will our talking wake him?”

“Oh, no, nothing can wake him.” Mother gestured toward her oldest grandson. “I see Phillip didn’t waste any time calling his friends.”

Amanda glanced over her shoulder. The amount of time her son could talk on the phone amazed her. Thinking back to her own teenage years, she recalled how she’d spent a great deal of time talking to friends on the phone, too. Teenagers never changed.

“Where’s Jamie though?” Mother placed the duck on the floor and let her waddle around.

“He went outside to take pictures of the storm. He needs some lightning shots for his ‘storms’ series. Plus, some of his friends are outside riding their skateboards through the puddles.”

“Mom, I’m going outside to meet my friends.” Phillip hung up the phone.

“Okay, but you and your brother come inside if it starts to storm again.”

“’Kay!” Phillip yelled, as he raced out the door.

“The dishwasher’s loaded, and everything’s put away.” Lee came up behind Amanda and massaged her shoulders.

“Thank you, sweetheart. That feels heavenly.” She could feel herself begin to relax, all the kinks loosening.

“I aim to please.” He kissed the back of her neck.

“If you want to really please me, there’s another part of my body that’s aching for relief.”

Lee walked around to the front of the couch, a smile on his lips. “And that would be?”

“My feet.” She pointed to them and wiggled her toes.

Laughing, he sat down on the ottoman, placed her feet in his lap, and massaged one, then the other.

“I’m going to make some hot tea. Would either of you like a cup?”

“Yes, thank you, Mother.”

“None for me.” Lee continued to massage the arches of her feet.

Amanda leaned her head back against the couch and closed her eyes. The feel of his fingers pressing against the taut muscles made her sigh with contentment. Her hand lightly caressed her belly in large circles. After a few minutes, she felt herself beginning to doze.

“What the hell?” Lee shouted. “Stop that!”

Amanda’s eyes flew open. “What’s wrong?”

“This damn duck keeps jumping on my foot.”

She pulled her feet away and sat up. “Now, sweetheart, she’s had a traumatic day. Maybe she wants you to pick her up.” She checked to see if Lee’s yelling had awakened Curt. No, he still happily snored away. Her mother was right; nothing could wake him.

“I’m not picking up a duck.” Lee rose and stalked across the room.

The duck waddled behind him, little quacks coming from her.

“What the . . .?” He plopped down in a chair.

The duckling jumped on top of his foot.

He reached down and removed her, then stood and paced the den again.

The duck followed in his wake.

Amanda laughed. “I think you have an admirer. She likes you.”

Lee ran his hand through his hair. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“Come on, Stetson. Just pick her up.”

He picked up the ball of fuzz, then sat down next to Amanda.

“Hey!” He yanked his hand back. “She’s trying to bite me!”

“No she isn’t.” Amanda caressed the top of the duckling’s head. “She’s kissing you. It’s love bites. You like love bites.” She gently nipped his shoulder.

“From you, I do.” He kissed her lips.

The duckling quacked and nipped at Lee’s fingers again. After a moment, her eyes closed as she fell asleep in the crook of his arm.

“See, she knows she’s safe.” Amanda kissed him gently on the lips.

“Here’s your tea.” Mother set a cup down on the table beside Amanda. “Aww, I see you’ve made friends with our little darling.”

Lee shrugged. “I guess.”

“Thank you, Mother.” She picked up the cup and sipped the hot liquid.

“Has ‘The Walton’s Thanksgiving Story’ come on yet?” She settled down on the couch on the other side of Amanda.

Lee picked up the remote and clicked on the TV. The familiar music of the opening credits began to play. “It’s just starting.”

“I just love watching ‘The Waltons.’ I’m so glad they’re being rerun. It brings back so many memories of my childhood. Even though I don’t remember the stock market crash, the aftereffects lasted so long.”

The wistful look in her mother’s eyes brought back memories of her grandmother sitting at the kitchen table, regaling her with stories from Mother’s childhood.

“I remember Grandma telling me how she had to grow all their own vegetables and raised chickens and had cows for milk and food.”

“And we had a radio just like they have on the show.” Mother pointed to the radio that John Walton carried.

“I bet those were very hard times,” Lee interjected.

“Oh, my, yes. I don’t remember the crash, of course, but the effects were felt for so long afterward. We had a small garden. I’d help with weeding and picking the vegetables. We’d visit my grandparents in the country several times a year. In the fall, we’d pick bushels and bushels of apples that my mother and grandmother would make into jellies and jams. They’d also can things from the garden for the winter months. We’d come back to the city with our car loaded down with fresh produce, meat, and canned goods. Those were hard times, but also good times. It seemed like everything was so much simpler, less complicated. Oh, the show’s starting.” Mother leaned back on the couch. “Let me take her, Lee.” She held out her arms to him.

“Thanks.” When he handed her to Mother, the duckling didn’t even quack. He wrapped his arm around Amanda’s shoulders as he settled back against the couch.

Amanda leaned into his embrace and soon couldn’t keep her eyes open. She let herself drift into a light sleep.

“I got some great shots of lightning in the distance.” Jamie’s voice filtered through to her. “I’ll try to get some more pictures later.”

“Hey, Mom,” Phillip called. “Can I have another slice of pie?”

“Me, too!” Jamie replied.

“Shush, you two. You’re mother’s asleep,” Lee told them.

“Sorry, Lee,” Jamie whispered.

“I’m not asleep. Just resting.” Amanda opened her eyes. “And, yes, you can have a piece of pie. Make sure you clean up your mess.”

“Okay, Mom.” Jamie went to join his brother in the kitchen.

“Where in the world do they put all that food?” Lee muttered.

“I can see you don’t remember your own teenage eating habits.” Mother laughed.

The duckling in her mother’s arms quacked. “I see little miss is awake, too.”

“You know, we need to give her a name.” Phillip plopped down on the floor in front of the coffee table, with a slice of pie on a dish.

“Yeah.” Jamie joined his brother and shoveled forkfuls of pie into his mouth.

“You know, they’re right. She does need a name. Anyone have any ideas?” Mother gazed lovingly at the bundle in her arms.

Lee looked horrified. “But we’re not keeping her!”

“I know, but she still needs a name.”

“Gobble, gobble. Time to eat.” Curt’s voice bellowed as he rose from the recliner and hobbled across the room.

In a flash, Mother handed the duckling to Amanda and rushed to his side. “Come on, sweetheart, sit back down.”

As her mother led him back to the recliner, Amanda noticed Curt’s eyes were closed. The man was walking and talking in his sleep.

Silence filled the room. Even the duck stopped quacking. Phillip and Jamie held their forks midway to their mouths.

Mother patted Curt’s shoulder, then rejoined Lee and her on the couch.

“Sleepwalking?” Lee whispered.

“He’s done it as far back as he can remember. Every incident stems from food. He’s told me about times he’s awakened in the morning and gone into the kitchen and found a half-eaten sandwich on the table. Or he’d find chicken leg bones on the kitchen counter. He doesn’t remember getting up, going into the kitchen, or even eating the food. Just finds the remnants of a meal the next morning.”

“Wow.” Phillip pushed the forkful of pie into his mouth.

“Yeah.” Jamie dipped his fork into another hunk of pie.

“Let’s finish watching the movie.” Mother took the duck from Amanda and placed her in the makeshift swimming pool.

“What’s going on?” Curt scrubbed his hand over his face.

“‘The Waltons’ just finished, and now we’re going to name our new friend.” Mother went over and sat on the arm of his chair.

“Yeah, the boys came up with the idea,” Lee explained.

“Is that a good idea?” Curt patted Mother’s knee.

“Oh, yes. I plan to visit her on the farm.”

Curt and Lee rolled their eyes at her mother’s statement.

Men. The moment Mother had told her the story, Amanda knew that she wouldn’t be able to just drop her off at the farm. That she’d go back and visit periodically.

“How ’bout ‘Daffy’?” Phillip supplied the first name.

“No, ‘Lucky Ducky,’ ’cause your Grandma found her and didn’t run her over.” Curt laughed.

“Well, I certainly didn’t want to run her over. And I couldn’t leave her out there all alone.”

“I know, I know!” Phillip waved his hands in the air. “How ’bout ‘Little Orphan Ducky’?”

Everyone groaned at that name.

“She’s not an orphan anymore. We’re her family now.” Mother smiled brightly.

“How ’bout ‘Waddles’?” Jamie added.

“That’s me, sweetheart. I feel like I’m waddling whenever I walk.” Amanda let out a heavy sigh.

“You do not waddle.” Lee hugged her against his side.

“I know. ‘Bananas,’ ’cause she’s yellow,” Curt said.

Amanda soon lost track of who supplied which name. Everyone called out suggestions: Misty, Thunder, Rain Cloud, Sunshine, and Sunny. Her mother vetoed them all, saying they weren’t perfect.

“I’ve got it. ‘Donald.’” Lee grinned.

Amanda smacked his arm. “She’s a girl, not a boy. How about ‘Daisy Duck.’?”

“Ouch.” Lee rubbed his arm. “I’m only kidding.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and drew her next to him again. “What about ‘Quackers’?”

Out of the blue, the duckling quacked.

“I think she likes the name ‘Quackers.’” Mother went over to the swimming duck. “Come here, Quackers.” The duckling swam to her. “That’s it. She likes it.”

“Great. She likes the one I suggested.” Lee sighed.

Later, Amanda sat with Lee, relaxing on the couch watching an old movie. Phillip and Jamie sat at the kitchen table, playing a game of Monopoly with Curt and their grandmother. Quackers had nestled into a fluffy towel her mother had placed on the floor and gone to sleep.

“I’m broke.” Jamie pushed back his chair. “You cleaned me out.”

“Only because you landed on Boardwalk, which I own and have two hotels on it,” Mother gloated.

“Can I go back outside and take more pictures?” Jamie sat down on the coffee table in front of the couch.

Amanda glanced out the window. Wind whipped tree branches back and forth wildly. The darkened sky foretold another round of storms soon. A rumble of thunder confirmed it.

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6:00 PM

“Fire!” Jamie yelled, as he ran into the kitchen and grabbed the telephone.

Lee’s heart hammered in his chest as he rushed to the window. A billowing cloud of smoke erupted from the garage. Lightning flashed in the darkened sky.

“Oh my gosh!” Amanda’s hand clenched his arm.

“Everyone out of the house. Now!” he yelled, as he heard Jamie telling the dispatch operator that they needed the fire department at 4247 Maplewood Drive, then slamming down the phone. “Phillip, help your mother.”

Dotty helped Curt with his crutches, and they walked slowly toward the front door. Phillip had his hand on the small of Amanda’s back, guiding her.

When Jamie started to go out the backdoor, Lee grabbed him by the arm. “No. Go out the front door.”

“But I want to help.”

“Help me by making sure your mother and grandmother are safe. Now go.”

Lee didn’t wait to see if Jamie followed his orders. He knew he would. He raced outside and snatched up the hose. He quickly turned on the spigot and unfurled the hose. Knowing he didn’t have much chance of success, he aimed the hose at the flames and prayed that the water would help keep the fire from spreading to the house. He tried to edge closer, but the heat was too intense and kept him back. The odor of burning wood filled his nostrils, causing his eyes to water and his throat to feel slightly singed.

“Lee, be careful,” Amanda screamed out.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Amanda standing at the end of the driveway. “I’ll be fine. Just stay back. I don’t want you to breathe any of this smoke. Please, it isn’t good for you or the baby.”

The sound of an engine revving startled him. He kept the hose aimed at the garage and turned to see Phillip in the driver’s seat of the Wagoneer. The teen gave him the thumbs-up sign as he gunned the engine and sped out of the driveway. A moment later, he returned to Lee’s side.

“That was stupid. You could’ve been hurt.”

“Grandma left the keys in it, and I didn’t want Mom’s car to burn up. I want to help.”

“No. I don’t want to worry about you. Go!”

The wailing sirens of approaching fire and rescue vehicles could now be heard in the distance. Knowing that help would soon arrive, Lee breathed a sigh of relief.

And then, after what seemed an eternity, a loud blast from a fire truck’s horn reverberated in his ears. He turned his head to watch the big red truck roll into the driveway.

The firemen, already in full gear, jumped down from their positions before the truck even had a chance to come to a complete stop. Methodically and systematically, they rolled out their hoses and positioned themselves to battle the blaze.

“Stand back!” One of the firemen yelled as he brushed past Lee, while hefting the nozzle end of the bulky hose as he headed toward the garage.

Lee stood back and watched the men do their job. One aimed a hose at the front of the garage, while another man sprayed a torrent of water on the roof.

He turned off the garden hose, dropped it, and went to join his family, who had taken up position at the end of the driveway near the fire truck. Neighbors flocked around them. Some he knew, and others he only recognized in passing. Flames shot through the roof of the garage, and, bit by bit, the existing roof disintegrated before his eyes.

No one spoke a word. The only sound stemmed from the fire engine, firemen, and crackling wood. Then thunder boomed and rain began to fall, aiding the firemen in their efforts to put out the blaze.

Out of nowhere, someone handed him an umbrella. He had no idea who. He raised it to shield Amanda from the rain and noticed that Curt had done the same for Dotty.

“Are you all right?” Amanda brushed his cheek with her hand.

“I’m fine, I didn’t want the fire to spread to the house.” He wiped his hand over his forehead. When he looked at his palm, he saw black soot.

A young paramedic, carrying an emergency kit, rushed up to him. “Are you all right?” He grabbed Lee’s wrist to check his pulse.

“I’m fine.” He pulled his hand away from the youngster, who didn’t look much older than Phillip.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, but check my wife and baby.”

“Already did. They’re fine.”

“I’m fine, sweetheart. I was just worried about you. You were so close to the fire, and I know you were trying to keep the fire from spreading, but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t want you to get hurt. The flames and smoke were getting worse and worse.”

Lee immediately knew Amanda and the baby were fine. She was rambling, and a rambling Amanda always boded well.

When an ominous creaking noise filled the air, followed by the remainder of the roof sinking inward, the onlookers emitted a loud groan. More dark smoke clouds billowed above where the roof had once been, and Lee instinctively knew that the garage was beyond salvation. Then one side of the building collapsed, the damage to the interior support and outer structure too much for it to remain standing.

Now, only a partial shell of the building stood upright. A blackened pile of lumber and roofing covered what had been housed inside. All that remained was for the smoldering remnants of wood to burn themselves out, but at least the fire no longer posed much of a threat.

The neighbors, realizing that there was little else to watch, began to disperse. As they left, they shared their sympathy for the loss and their gratitude that nobody had been hurt.

“Hey! What happened to your garage?” Buck pushed through the crowd, carrying a large box.

“We think lightning hit it.” At least that was Lee’s opinion at the moment. The fire chief would let them know once he’d done an investigation. Then he noticed what Buck carried in his arms.

Fireworks.

“Why do you have fireworks? You do know they’re illegal? And it’s sure not the fourth of July.” Lee pointed out to him.

“Oh, well, my nephews are here, and I wanted to show them how to set them off properly. Besides, I don’t have anything really dangerous in here.”

The fire chief interrupted them. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but the garage is a loss.”

“Gotta go. See ya later.” Buck beat a hasty retreat.

“It could’ve been worse,” Lee told the chief. “It could’ve spread to the house or one of the neighbors’ homes.”

“You’re very lucky we were able to get here quickly. And the rain helped in keeping the damage confined to the garage and whatever you kept in there.”

“My son’s car was parked inside,” Lee informed him.

“I doubt there’s much left of it. We’ll know more here in a little while, once the remaining flames die out. Good thing it didn’t ignite the gas tank. I’m guessing you didn’t have too much explosive material in there either.”

“No, just tools and the car, mostly.”

Phillip, who had been very quiet until now, suddenly spoke up. “Does this mean that my car’s a goner?”

The chief gave him a sad look. “Probably so, young man. You folks might as well go back inside. No sense standing out here in this rain. I’ll let you know when we’re ready to wrap it up.” The elderly gentleman turned back to his crew as they worked toward putting out the remaining flames of the now gone building.

Phillip stared at the ground for a few moments, scuffed his sneaker through a water puddle on the pavement, and then looked back up at them. He sported a very large grin for a teenage boy who’d just lost his driving wheels.

“Yes!” He pumped his fist in the air.

Despite it all, Lee couldn’t help but laugh. Phillip had never been shy about voicing his feelings for the Mercury.

He wrapped his arm around Amanda’s waist. “Come on, everyone, lets go back inside and let the firemen finish their jobs.”

Forty-five minutes later, the doorbell rang. Lee had just come downstairs after taking a shower and donning clean clothes. He’d washed his hair twice, in an attempt to get the smoke smell out. Amanda had taken the clothes he’d been wearing and put them in the washer, hoping that the odor would come out. He felt refreshed and thanked God that no one had been hurt in today’s catastrophe.

He opened the door to see the fire chief. “Everything all right?”

“Fine, Mr. Stetson, we’re ready to leave now. We haven’t found any more hot spots, and with this rain, it shouldn’t spark back up. We’ll have the local police do some drive-bys during the night to make sure. By the way, who was the neighbor with the box of fireworks?”

“Why?”

“Your garage wasn’t hit by lightning like we first suspected. We found several remnants of fireworks in the debris. The investigator would like to speak with him.”

“Buck O’Connell.”

The man wrote it down. “We’ll be sending you an official report, and you might want to find out the name of his insurance company.”

“Oh, I will. Thank you.” After he’d been given the case number and a copy of the preliminary report, Lee shut the door.

He felt his blood pressure rise as he walked into the kitchen. All because of Buck. If he hadn’t been setting off fireworks, Lee would still have a garage and Phillip would still have a car he hated. Okay, Phillip wasn’t crying over the loss of his car, but the fire could’ve spread and caused even worse damage.

“What do you have there, sweetheart?” Amanda wiped the kitchen counter with a dishrag.

Lee opened the back door and yelled, “Buck! I hope you have good insurance!”

“Buck?”

He shut the door. “Yeah, it seems our insane neighbor is the cause of the fire. They found pieces of fireworks in the debris.”

“I thought lightning had sparked the fire.”

“We all did.”

“We all did what?” Jamie asked, as he came into the kitchen carrying his camera.

“Thought the fire started because of the storm.” Lee sat down on a barstool.

“That’s one of the reasons I came back downstairs.” He opened his camera. “I want you to take this to work to be developed. I was taking pictures of the sky over the garage right before the fire. I might have gotten something good on film.” He took out the film and handed it to Lee.

“Great work.” Lee ruffled his hair and tossed the film canister in the air, then caught it and clenched it in his fist. “This will be the icing on the cake that proves Buck is responsible for the fire.”

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Saturday, December 2, 1989

3:00 PM

Lee leaned back in his chair and listened while Amanda dealt with the insurance company’s representative. Initially, he’d been the one dealing with them, but the more he spoke to the agent during the course of the week, the more he’d felt his blood pressure rise. After talking to the agent yet again this afternoon and getting nowhere, he’d handed the phone to Amanda. His wife had much more patience in dealing with red tape than he did.

As soon as the final fire investigation report had been completed, he’d sent it to Buck’s insurance agent, along with copies of the photographs Jamie had taken. Pictures that clearly showed some type of bottle rocket coming from Buck’s back yard and hitting their garage. Neither lightning nor an Act of God, as they termed it, had been the culprit. An “Act of Buck” had been the cause.

He picked up one of the brochures on new cars from the pile that Phillip had been leaving for them all week. This one had a bright-red Mustang on the cover. Lee had told Phillip that the insurance company would not replace his old car with a brand-new one, only the value of the one that had been destroyed. Maybe they’d find a good deal on a nice used Mustang, or at least something his stepson wouldn’t mind driving.

“Thank you.” Amanda hung up the phone.

Before he could ask her any questions, the back door opened.

“I’m home.” Dotty breezed into the kitchen, taking off her coat.

“Did you find Quackers?” Amanda asked, as she sat down next to him.

“Oh, yes, we found her with no trouble. As soon as she saw me, she waddled over to me and quacked.”

Lee cringed as he recalled last weekend. Quackers had decided that she would follow him whenever he was in the den or kitchen. No matter where he turned, he found her at his feet, happily quacking. Okay, it wasn’t so bad. The little fuzz ball was kinda cute. But with the baby coming, something that could trip Amanda was the last thing they needed around the house.

“Was that the insurance company again?” Dotty filled the teakettle with water.

“Yeah.” He tossed the brochure onto the counter. “First they want one thing, then another, then they want the first thing again.”

“Sweetheart.” Amanda rubbed the top of his hand. “You need to have patience when dealing with insurance companies.”

“Oh, my, yes.” Dotty placed the teakettle on the stove. “I remember when we had that electrical fire I thought I’d tear my hair out dealing with them. Amanda has always had the calm resolve to deal with bureaucratic red tape.”

Lee looked into Amanda’s eyes and then glanced at Dotty, in an attempt to ask if they should tell her mother what they’d been discussing for the last few days. Amazingly, his wife knew what he wanted to do and nodded.

“Mother, we’ve been talking about when we rebuild the garage.”

“Do you think we can build a two-car garage? Phillip, I’m sure, will get another car, and then Jamie will be getting one in a year or two. We could use the extra parking space.”

Lee rose and stood in front of Dotty, placing his hands on her shoulders. “Even better. How would you like your own private apartment over top that garage?”

“Oh my gosh! You’re kidding. Right?” She looked at Amanda and back at him. “My own apartment. My own private space. A living room. A kitchen. A bedroom. A bathroom. All my very own. Still close enough I can help with the boys and the new baby. Still close enough that I can be part of your lives.”

“Yes. To all of the above.” He kissed her cheek.

Dotty wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a bear hug.

“I’ve already started the ball rolling, too.” He grinned at his mother-in-law. “I’ll be right back. You two have a seat at the breakfast table.”

Lee hurried up the staircase to their bedroom and retrieved the copy of the plans he’d had drawn up by an architect who owed him a favor. When he came back down to the kitchen, he found Amanda and Dotty sitting at the table, with huge smiles lighting their faces.

“Here.” After rolling out the plans on the tabletop, he sat down in a chair and stretched out his legs. Placing his hands behind his head, he watched as they made plans for decorating and where appliances would go. Hopefully, the insurance company would come through with the funds quickly. He wanted to start renovations as soon as possible. If all went according to his timeframe, the garage rebuild would be completed before the birth of their baby. Also, the purchase of a new used car for Phillip. And he’d like to find something to give to Jamie for the excellent photographs he’d taken that confirmed the source of the fire.

Lee knew the next few months were going to be hectic, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Life was good.

The End

14 Comments

  • By Jennifer, November 26, 2008 @ 7:09 pm

    Fantastic episode, gals–laugh out loud funny and so enjoyable and true-to-life. Quackers was adorable and the way she followed Lee around was too cute. Even she loves our Scarecrow! And as someone with crazy fireworks loving neighbors, I can really relate to that part.

    Loved this–Awesome Thanksgiving treat :)

    -Jennifer

  • By RAF, November 27, 2008 @ 10:20 am

    Great story. Could really identify with the lines at the grocery store!

  • By JenVan92, November 28, 2008 @ 11:36 am

    Loved the story! I had to crack up at Lee at the grocery store. My dad was sent for last minute stuff Thanksgiving morning and complained all day about it. LOL. Great job ladies!

  • By Loretta, November 28, 2008 @ 11:55 am

    enjoyed the episode. loved lee yelling at buck out the door about having good insurance

  • By Adda, November 28, 2008 @ 4:25 pm

    This is a really cute episode! Love Lee and the duck!!!

  • By Ermintrude, November 29, 2008 @ 9:46 am

    Good to see Buck again, and he’s as clueless as ever. Fun episode, and good for many laughs!

  • By Anne, November 29, 2008 @ 8:20 pm

    ROFL! Thank goodness the beloved vette is okay. Fun episode with comedy and a little adventure mixed in.

  • By Christie, December 3, 2008 @ 3:16 pm

    I like the change of pace from the international intrigue to that of a terrorist-free holiday that we can all relate to some portion of (for me, it’s the thrill of the horrid car going away for good)!!

  • By Ana, December 3, 2008 @ 3:23 pm

    Great episode! Lee in the grocery store was priceless and Quackers hung up on Lee….too funny!!! Keep up the great work!

  • By calinour72, April 20, 2009 @ 7:12 pm

    Like Christie, I like the change from international intrigue to nice funny interesting and adorable family filled episode–good job

  • By Terry Kay, July 30, 2009 @ 5:00 pm

    Been there! Only it was mt brother w/the bottle rocket and we only lost some siding, not the whole garage! Absolutely loved the trip to the grocery store! Thank you!

  • By berniej, August 21, 2009 @ 12:26 am

    Just goes to show the Stetson/King household don’t need international espionage to make a great episode..Dottie and the duck..great idea..and of course Quakers loved Lee…don’t we all!!

  • By TomcatGM, October 10, 2009 @ 11:49 pm

    I agree. This story was definitely laugh out loud funny. A great read. Quackers is awesome!

  • By Hoernchen, October 24, 2009 @ 8:29 am

    I just loved Lee at the shop. I always expected him to say something like: I’m a spy, I can do this! *lol*

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