A Long December - By Angela


Part 3

Angela shoved her hands in her pockets and shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying to keep warm. At least it was sunny today, she noted. Still, it had yet to snow and Christmas was only ten days away.

"Person I don't know, person I don't know, person I don't know..." Angela mumbled to herself and she watched the people exit the train. It had just arrived in from Chicago. She scanned the passengers for her aunt, uncle, and her cousins.

With a sigh, she turned back to the train. "Person I don't know, person I don't know, person I don't know...."

"Angela!" A voice hissed her ear, as a pair of cold hands landed on top of her eyes from behind. Angela let out a shriek of surprise and spun around.

"FRANKIE!" she squealed and threw her arms around a tall, slight built boy of about eighteen. He had light brown hair that was just a little too long and wild and lively blue eyes.

"I haven't seen you since..." Frankie frowned, studying his cousin.

"Last Christmas?" Angela supplied.

"Yeah, that works," Frankie nodded.

Angela laughed. "Where's everyone?" she asked.

Frankie shrugged. "They're coming." He turned and look around the station. "Hey, MIKEY!" Frankie hollered to a younger boy with dark brown hair who was wrestling with several suitcases.

"Angela!" A women's voice exclaimed.

"Aunt Nancy!" Angela's last words were lost as she was smothered in a hug from a large woman with curly red-brown hair.

"My goodness, look at you!" Angela smiled weakly at her aunt. "Oh, look at how much you've grown! Turn around for me!"

Frankie shot Angela a sympathetic look at she turned around in a circle.

Aunt Nancy shook her head. "I can't believe it. Tony! Come here! Just look at her," she said as a tall, dark haired man with a round face and heavy-lidded eyes joined her. "Turn again, dear," Nancy said with a wave of her hand. Angela winced but turned again for her uncle.

"Mmm hmm," Tony nodded.

"She's turning into a regular lady," Nancy said, turning to her husband.

"Mmm hmm," Tony nodded again.

"Well, c'mon, we don't want to keep Uncle Richard and Johnny waiting now!" Frankie admonished comically.

"Oh, my goodness, you're right. Tony hurry up, get those bags. Michael..."

"Thank you," Angela said, relieved.

"Anytime," Frankie assured her.

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