One Digit Short
“Eat up before the food gets cold.”
“Thud!”
Susan slammed her utensil down, her chest heaving. “We are a table of twelve, and this is what you get us?”
One family member uttered, “Macie, surely, this is a mistake. This isn’t quite the New Year’s Eve spread we usually have.
In previous years, the family would have a feast with plenty of the finest seafood.
This year, the table looked barren, set with only a small buffet. The only thing remotely close to a shellfish blowout was a measly shrimp cocktail.