Uncle Joe smiled, but his knuckles were white around his fork.
Then she remembered her Uncle Joe. He had spent three hours cooking that turkey. But when her grandfather carved it, he gave the biggest drumstick to the CEO cousin from London, and the smallest scrap of white meat to Uncle Joe, who was a school janitor.
Her notes were a mess. Page 47 was the worst. She had scribbled in the margin: “Marxists = bad? Functionalism = happy? Feminism = angry? CONFLICT?”
Here is a short story inspired by that topic.