Estelle couldn't stand her family. She detested the very thought of having to spend every holiday with them. In actuality, there was not really anything wrong with her family. The problem was Estelle. She was in all respects a horrid person.
Estelle's twin sister, Shirley, was really no better. She too hated the very thought of spending multiple hours with a group of people with "no class" and no respect for the finer things in life. Shirley had moved to Boca Raton for the sole reason of getting away from everyone. Shirley's only joy was seeing Estelle. She felt the two of them had a special bond that was not shared by anyone else. Estelle hated Shirley more than anyone else.
Thanksgiving 1978 would be the last time Estelle, she swore, would sit through the holiday drama. Estelle was forced to sit between Shirley and Aunt Mo. Aunt Mo's chatter and "horrid accent" were eased by the fact that Estelle was almost entirely deaf in her left ear. The seating situation was only worsened by the fact that one of her nephews sitting across from her had been fiddling with a new camera for much of the day trying to make it work. Estelle had worked at Photomat for much of her adult life and could have easily shown him how to work it, but considered it too much trouble. She hated pictures and never understood people's obsession with cameras.
The only thing that could make this day any better would be if Estelle and Shirley's Father, a life long car salesman, would just quit with the fart jokes. They knew this would never happen. So they would continue to glare at him with a judging stare after each and every joke.
"I got it."
Snap.
