Chapter Twenty-one
There was no specific day set aside for Glover’s radio show challenge, and I wondered if the whole thing would die a quiet death. Marly dropped the subject and spoke of her upcoming holiday travel plans. She would be leaving for L.A. on Wednesday night after the show.
Thanksgiving morning I sat curled up on my living room sofa dressed in cozy pink velour loungewear. Silent marching bands and colorful floats paraded across the muted TV screen. I sipped my coffee and tried to relax, but it bothered me that I wasn’t cooking this year or contributing to the family dinner. I couldn’t seem to rationalize I had somehow earned the privilege of kicking back. Seeing my family would be awkward. Holidays were often stressful no matter what one did. I took a last swallow of cold co
