Chapter 17
Maggie Valley, NC
THANKSGIVING MORNING, WE went up the mountain at a brisk walk, and just before noon, Zeb, Zeke, and Lucinda picked us up. We’d invited them to go to the Grove Park Inn with us for Thanksgiving, and we were being met at the hotel by Bob and Martha Plott. We had a great time over our Thanksgiving meal. The boys were overwhelmed by the quantity of food on display, and they took full advantage.
“This is the first time I haven’t cooked a meal on Thanksgiving Day in years,” Martha said, “and it feels good.”
“What will your family do without you today?” I said.
“One of my two daughters-in-law is cooking for everyone this year.”
“Is she a good cook?” Mike said.
“I’ll deny this if you repeat it, but she’s probably a bit better at it than me.”
“What about the oth
