years of automatic yeses.
David looked at his wife, then his mother-in-law, then the front door.
Finally, he reached for his coat.
“Come on.”
Rachel stared.
“Where are we going?”
“The diner.”
Just like that, Thanksgiving revealed whether my family wanted dinner with me—or service from me.
Chapter 6
They arrived empty-handed expecting me to rescue Thanksgiving dinner again
David left with Rachel, Brenda, and the children.
Nobody shouted.
That almost made the silence afterward luxurious.
I ate turkey and salad at my table, refrigerated the leftovers, and spent the
