Holidazed | Mistress Of Hypnosis

For the first time in seventeen years, the Joule family had a wonderful, peaceful, genuinely happy Christmas Eve. They played charades without cheating. They complimented each other’s gifts. Mark only had one more scotch, and he sipped it thoughtfully, telling Chloe how much he appreciated her.

Dinner was, predictably, a car crash. Lila praised Serena’s ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend’s Instagram. Mark accused Chloe of burning the yams (she hadn’t; he was just drunk). The toddler, Leo, began a sustained, high-decibel meltdown because his mashed potatoes were “too lumpy.” Mistress Of Hypnosis Holidazed

Later, as they were bundling up to leave, Lila pulled Cora aside. The hypnotic peace was still on her face, a soft, rosy glow. “That was… remarkable, dear,” she said. “I feel like a new woman. How did you do that?” For the first time in seventeen years, the

“And now,” Cora murmured, the pendulum coming to a stop in her palm, “when I count down from three to one, you will all feel a deep, abiding sense of peace. The perfect, simple peace of a silent night. No arguments. No resentments. Just the quiet joy of being together. Three… two… one.” Mark only had one more scotch, and he

Even little Leo, the agent of chaos, was quietly stacking his mashed potatoes into a serene, lumpy mountain, humming “Jingle Bells” in perfect, tuneful calm.

And then there was Cora.