Chapter 45: Silke“No, we’re having two turkeys this year. My husband’s family is coming and…”
“I made all the pie crusts yesterday, now I just have to do the filling…”
“Fried, I tell you. We did one last year and…”
Silke groaned inwardly and leaned farther into the 8200 in order to be able to see just why the reaction vessels kept getting stuck. All day, bits and pieces of Thanksgiving conversations had drifted over and around her and she was getting seriously tired of it. Never mind that tomorrow she was going to have to help Lauren cook exactly the same meal. Didn’t have to, she corrected herself. It had actually sounded interesting, fun even, when they had first talked about it, to fully experience a real American Thanksgiving compared to the somewhat lukewarm affairs that her mom ha
