“This calls for a live taste test,” Syd yells. “Someone go get a spoon.” “On it, honey,” sighs a husband, turning for the house and returning less than thirty seconds later with a fistful of spoons. “Here we go.” “Oh, no. Really?” My voice is muffled when Sumner pulls me up against his chest, wrapping his arms around me and kissing the crown of my head. “Can’t we wait until everyone is drunk?” That gets a round of laughs out of the family, but no one heeds my suggestion. Sumner’s sister opens the passenger side door and unbuckles the soup, then drops the container unceremoniously on the trunk
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