I am so excited; I feel like I’m exploding inside. It’s my first Thanksgiving with my best friend Hunter and his wonderful family! I love them all so much. There’s Grandpa Joe and Hunter’s daughter Finnegan and Karine, a random Black lady, and Grandma Jill, who is a Doctor! They are all so accomplished. And I get to have two Thanksgivings! One in the White House and then one in Delaware! In Delaware, I’ll get to see my friend Commander again! He is a very good dog, he only bites me a little. I love them all so much, like they are my very own family.

“Sharpen the appetite, donchaknow,” Hunter says as he pries off a piece of me with his fingernail.

“Good choice, friend,” I tells him. “That is a particularly sweet piece of me, like cherry chalky rock candy.”

“Every part of you is sweet, Cracky, like the first time you get to break in a new pussy,” he says. Hunter is so funny. I could listens to him tell jokes all day.

“I mean, fuck, Dad,” Finnegan says. “It’s goddamn Thanksgiving. Can you take at least today off?”

“That doesn’t sound like me,” Hunter says. He tucks me in his armpit and that piece of me flares red then white in his glass pipe. It’s like I can feels myself sliding into his lungs–silky soft shuddering squirming surcease of sensation. I sighs as Hunter blows phat clouds.

“I demand mashed potatoes,” Hunter says. “Many mashed potatoes. And gravies.”

“I loves gravies!” I says from his armpit.

Hunter follows Finnegan up the ladder from his underground office. I can’t sees much from his jock strap but I knows Hunter will gets us where we’re going. Hunter is on the nod as we passes through the Oval Office and across the West Wing to the formal dining room. Grandpa Joe is sitting at the heads of the table, staring still at the charred remains of his birthday cake. I wanted a bite but Hunter says I needs to watch my figure.

 

 

“Daddy!’ Hunter says, planting a kiss on the gaping mouth of his father. They are such a close family. I loves being a part of it.

“Mashed potatoes,” Grandpa Joe says. They are his favorites.

Doctor Grandma Jill comes in, followed by her gradual students. The talls one with a man bun pulls out her chair. I cans smell his dissertation topic on his breath.

“Let’s eat!’ Hunter says. Doctor Grandma Jill coughs loudly.

“Mashed potatoes,” Grandpa Joe says again. “I needs the mashed potatoes.”

“I need the mashed potatoes too,” Hunter adds. “It feels like bugs unders my skin. They wants gravies. Many gravies!”

Hunter takes me outs of his pocket with a flourish and sets me on the plate besides him.

“I do not wants that on my tables!” Doctor Grandma Jill growls.

“He has a name, Stepmother,” Hunter says. I smiles, Hunter always has my backs.

“Do not start talking like him,” Doctor Grandma Jill says.

“Cracky. His name is Cracky and we are in love!” Hunter shouts.

I sees my name on the placard in fronts of my plate. I smiles so wide I cracks in half.