CHAPTER 52
As sometimes happens in Ontario, snow is falling on Thanksgiving, the weekend of the second Monday in October. The holiday is scheduled for that date to celebrate the harvest just gathered, a reasonable time to mark the event.
Why Americans celebrate Thanksgiving just before Christmas is forever a mystery to Canadians.
Lary stares out the window of Roger’s cottage at the bleak gray lake under a bleak gray sky. Stan and Pumpkin are chasing each other with rakes, having given up on gathering the dead leaves in the brisk wind. Becks reads a well-thumbed Agatha Christie mystery by the fire. Roger tends to the turkey and fixings in the kitchen. Snowflakes drift down the size of lumpy cotton balls.
Just like me. Big and lumpy.
Was it only a few months ago Manuel was here in Musko
