Thanksgiving Day was cold and gray, with little bits of snow that didn’t stick.
Michael and Jenna drove down from Chicago in a black Audi. They parked in front of the laundromat, right next to a sign that said NO LOITERING. Michael stood on the sidewalk for a long moment, looking up at the windows over the Suds ‘N Duds.
I watched him from the kitchen window. I watched him say something to Jenna. I watched her pull her coat tighter.
Stephanie and Ron pulled up twenty minutes later in a white Range Rover. Their two kids, Madison and Tyler, climbed out with their phones already in their hands.
They all came up the narrow stairs single file.
And then they stood in that tiny kitchen like it might stain their coats.
Jenna held her designer handbag clamped against her ribs. Ron kept checking his phone. Stephanie looked around at the crayon drawings on the fridge and the jelly jar of dandelions on the windowsill, and she said, “Oh. This is… cozy.”
Kayla smiled at her. “Can I take your coats?”
Nobody gave her their coats for almost twenty minutes.
Danny had borrowed a folding table from the church to set up in the living room. He’d pushed the couch with the broken spring back against the wall to make room. Kayla had covered the folding table with a white bedsheet, because they didn’t own a tablecloth that big.
The kids sat at a little card table by the window. Owen and Theo were thrilled to have cousins. Madison and Tyler were less thrilled, but Owen started explaining raptors to them anyway.
We ate.
Danny carved the turkey with a knife he’d sharpened himself on a whetstone in the shop. He cut it beautifully. Thin, even slices. Kayla’s stuffing was wonderful. Her grandmother’s recipe, with sausage and apples.
Michael talked about his trial. Ron talked about the stock market. Stephanie talked about Madison’s tennis ranking.
Nobody asked me how I was. Nobody asked Danny how work was. Nobody asked Kayla anything at all.
Nobody said anything that mattered until the pie.
Then I got up, and I went to the hall closet, and I took out Walt’s old leather briefcase.
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