After LV dropped me off at home I went into the house. My feet felt like ice chunks after the long buggy ride. After checking the kitchen stove to make sure it was banked properly for the night I went into the living room where I spent time standing and walking on the radiator to thaw my feet. The house felt empty knowing that Mom and Daddy weren't there.
The next day I kept busy with all the regular work besides taking care of a lot of customers who were trying to do Christmas shopping. I was glad when a van drove into the driveway and I saw that Mom and Daddy were at home.
Daddy carried the suitcase into the house and Mom immediately started unpacking them. I sat on the edge of their bed and told her all about the awful meal I had prepared for LV and how inspite of everything he had said he loved me.
She listened to everything I had to say and told me how happy she was for me and that she had some pretty awful cooking experiences when she and Daddy were newly wed and that I could expect more adventures like that in the future even though I was quite capable of cooking well.
That night after we went to bed I overheard Mom telling Daddy all about the errant drumstick and they both laughed heartily. I pulled my cover over my head and vowed that I wouldn't ever make another meal for LV as bad as that one had been.