Chapter 3
By the time I made it to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving I was in a foul mood. Sam showered and left to visit her family in the city and I stewed over what she’d said. Partnered with what Cassandra told me, I was hurt and angry and not in the mood for dealing with my mother. I knew the day was going to end in disaster, but I couldn’t avoid it. Missing Thanksgiving was like committing a Cardinal sin in my mother’s house.
My dad and two uncles were parked in front of the TV when I walked in, fighting over which quarterback was doing better. I kissed the top of my dad’s head as he argued, ignoring my presence, then wandered into the kitchen.
The women’s domain was busy. My mom refused to let the men help with Thanksgiving dinner, even though my dad and uncles all helped cook e
