We sat around the table and dug into the food that dad had made, he served Blair some wine and he gave me and Eldon a watermelon punch he had made earlier. We all laughed and got to know each other better as we ate. The tension that I was feeling earlier seemed to fade away.
“I remember a few years ago I was working with a beautiful woman and she had invited me over for thanksgiving. She owns a law firm and we had the best time at her place.” Blair said as she chewed the chicken in her mouth and then washed it down with some wine.
“You don't make holiday dinners at home?” I asked, curiously.
“Oh dear, I can barely boil pasta without either overcooking them or undercooking them.” she laughed, I loved how she was so unapologetic.
“When I was married, my husband and I hosted dinners,
