“Fair enough,” he said, and extended his hand to Genesis. “I’m Jackson. And this is Harriet, Fred, Jo, and Kay.”
“I’ve… actually met Kay already,” Genesis said.
“Huh,” Jackson said, glancing back at his stepson. “I guess someone’s been holding out on us.”
“My mother didn’t raise no snitch,” Kay said.
“Not for lack of trying,” Harriet said.
Genesis chuckled. Vivian walked over and kissed Angela on the cheek.
“Merry Christmas, dear,” she said, grinning.
“You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Angela asked. “Watching us squirm?”
“That was an added bonus,” Vivian replied. “I was curious to see if you’d actually tell them.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Angela said, and squeezed Genesis’s hand. “I’m not ashamed of who I love.”
“I never said you were,” Vivian replied. “I just figured after nine months….”
“Wait,” Jackson said. “You two have been together for nine months and this is the first we’re hearing about it?”
“Actually… it’s closer to ten,” Angela said.
“And you didn’t think to tell me at any point in all that time?” Jackson asked.
“Well, maybe if you were ever around, I might have,” Angela said. “When was the last time you came here to visit? When was the last time you invited me to come visit you? You were always pretty clear on how little you wanted to be involved in my life.”
“Hey now, that’s not fair,” he said.
“It is what it is,” she said. “Can’t change the past, so let’s just move on.”
An awkward silence filled the room for a long moment until, mercifully, a bell rang in the kitchen. Vivian hurried around the counter and pulled a turkey out of the oven.
“Do you need a hand with that?” Jackson asked.
“That would be lovely, dear,” Vivian said.