Stan
I’d told most of the people at city hall they could leave at noon on the day before Thanksgiving. Only a skeleton staff of essential services people would stay until five o’clock.
I hung around until about two to see that everything was quiet, and then I went to Doug’s.
He told me about the rector’s call. As he did so, I could tell something had changed with him. There was no sparkle in those sexy brown eyes. Although he’d told Father Dave he would fight if his LEM license were revoked, he didn’t seem to have any fight left in him.
With everything that had been going on, we hadn’t even talked about what we were going to do for Thanksgiving. Doug and I both keep a fair amount of food in our pantries and freezers, but neither of us had done any shopping for the big food orgy that wa
