“You can eat them separately, but traditionally you’re supposed to have the turkey on top of the waffles, both covered with a fine drizzle of syrup. Trust me, it’s divine.”
Franky eagerly licked his lips. “I think I’ll explode by the end of this meal, but it’ll be worth it.” Raising the carving knife, he cut into the turkey and began serving out slices to everyone. The meal was also accompanied by two types of potatoes, dinner rolls, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, and even fruit salad.
For desert, there was pecan pie, cherry pie, and, of course, pumpkin pie. Sonja had even made a few of her pumpkin pie waffles, with a waffle as a crust and pie filling on top, which disappeared in a flash.
After everyone had eaten their fill, the group all worked together to get the table cleared and the kitchen cleaned up, making quick work of it. By six in the evening, they had all adjourned to the living room to watch some football.
“You’re going to watch football with us, again?” Frank exclaimed, putting his arm around Sonja on the couch.
“If it means I get to sit here with you,” she replied with a nod and a smile.
She still didn’t understand the game or the appeal of watching sports, but she loved it nonetheless thanks to the warmth of her boyfriend next to her and the company of his family.
About halfway through the game, the now familiar sound of a horse’s neigh caught Sonja’s ear. Peering over at the rest of the family she tried to see if anyone else had heard it. Their eyes were all fixed on the game.
Getting up from the couch, Sonja headed to the window near the fire and looked out. Steam rose outside, clouding over the glass, and Sonja spotted the figure in the snowy darkness. Removing his hat and bowing, Sonja saw a surprisingly handsome man beneath which replaced the previous skeletal face of vengeance.
“Saying goodbye to Sinful?” a voice whispered into the supernaturally sensitive woman’s ear.
Turning with wide eyes of curiosity, Sonja realized Emmy was there next to her. “Y-you can see him?”
Emmy nodded. “He’s thanking you for your service in apprehending another outlaw.”
“Know how I said I often overhear information as a bartender to help the sheriff?”
Sonja nodded.
“Well, most of my information actually comes from old Sinful.”
“You see him frequently?”
“Whenever there’s a need.” Emmy smiled at Sonja. “He only comes to those he knows are honest and capable. You’re not the only one with the ability to communicate with entities from the other side. Remember that.” Heading back to her chair, the older woman sat down and continued to watch the game.
Looking back outside, Sonja watched as the horse rode off into the distance, cresting a nearby hill. She waited for him to vanish, but was surprised to see another figure emerge on foot and stand near the ghost.
Her jaw dropping, she realized the man standing next to the horseman was someone she recognized—her father. The ghostly figure and her father nodded to each other as if they knew each other. With that, Sinful vanished in a puff of smoke and mist.
Sonja’s father turned to look down the hill toward her. Nodding his head in a similar manner, he turned and disappeared behind the hill.
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