Traditions are important, don't you think?
Uncle Nunzio does. And who are we to defy Uncle Nunzio, a rhetorical question if I ever heard one. And so, on this special day, we're going to tell our traditional Thanksgiving Story, as we do every year. . .
Scene: A large hospital in the metropolitan area.
A harried looking woman paces back and forth in front of a busy nurse's stand, speaking too loudly on a cell phone:
"Hello, Uncle Nunzio! I'm so glad you called.
Yes, Yes, I know how concerned you are about my mother. She's doing pretty well at the moment, but things –
No, no! I didn't mean that. Everything's okay. You don't have to come. It's okay. Really! I'm here now. Everything's under control.
Uncle Nunzio, listen to me. Please. They're treating her great. Just the way you like. With respect. The nurses. The doctors. Everyone. I'm sure.
Anyway, you're so busy with the business and all, we couldn't impose on you. WHAT? You want to send Vinnie the Who? No, please, do not do that at this time. No, I'm sure that she wouldn't fall or nobody would give her the wrong medicine or anything bad like that.
Yes, yes, I know what you'd do. But let's not talk of such things now. I'm sure it will be fine, with everyone paying so much attention to her.
Yes, we hope to get her home for Thanksgiving. With the family. Yes, that will mean a lot. To all of us. Yes, flowers would be nice. She likes pink. Yes, I know you know. Talk to you tomorrow. Same time. And God bless you too, Uncle Nunzio. Ciao!"
The conversation you have just heard is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to actual persons living or (about to be) dead is purely coincidental.
Honestly, I don't even have an Uncle Nunzio, although there have been many times in my life when I wished I did. And many times when I pretended I did . . .
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