But even as she said it, her voice lacked its usual conviction, because somewhere in the chaos of the day, the impossible nature of what they’d expected Isabella to accomplish had become visible. It had taken six adults four hours just to get the turkeys in the oven and start three side dishes. What Isabella had been doing alone year after year was starting to look less like wifely duty and more like a minor miracle.
“Maybe we should have helped her more,” said Uncle Raymond quietly as he struggled to figure out how to properly season the turkey pieces.
“Help her?” Vivien’s voice was sharp. “She never asked for help. She always insisted on doing everything herself.”
Hudson looked up from his phone.
“She asked me for help two days ago,” he said, his voice oddly flat. “I told her I was too tired from golf.”
The kitchen fell silent except for the sound of boiling water and the timer ticking down on the oven.
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