Some of the eleven candles blew out before Logan Conroy blew ‘em, so his friends,all filming on their phones, made him do it again. Tucker Conroy walked in a semi-circle, filming his son and the rest of the kids.
Then Tucker started opening presents, some of which were slips of paper with codes on them.
Gam Conroy didn’t understand how a code was a present. She thought she was going to wait another year, but she decided, right then.
Tucker Conroy showed the kids some silly filter on the video that gave them all googly eyes and they shrieked.
“Nora.” Gam motioned with a finger.
Nora came over, thinking Gam might want more bourbon.
“It’s time, darlin’. Git up in the attic and git it. I’ll gift it to him, but I ain’t walking the stairs.”
Nora froze, physically, but her body turned hot.
Gam saw Nora’s expression and steeled her eyes.
“I skipped over both Bens, Philip, and Trey. Sylvia’s oldest is five,” Gam said, pointing at Luke,Sylvia’s oldest, who was running around with ice cream on his chin. “It’s time.”
Nora swallowed and walked up the stairs.
She wondered if the Walkers, the Dubeaus or the Samsons had a crazy family legend.
She didn’t have the guts to ask them in front of Gam Conroy, nor with their kids present, having fun at Logan’s party.
Nora paused, not on the landing, just a random step.
Downstairs the kids were shrieking. Tucker must have loaded that phone camera with silly filters.
The curse is bullshit Nora. It’s something someone said to mess with the Conroys and it doesn’t mean anything.
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