Chapter 17
Thanksgiving was only three weeks away and Janet was making plans.
“I think I’m going to have it catered this year,” she announced when she and I and the kids were sitting together. “I’m not into cooking a turkey and making mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, and all that goes along with it. The price for a cooked turkey, mashed potatoes, and gravy with stuffing and two vegetables at that new natural food store downtown seems quite reasonable.”
“That’s fine, Mom,” Gerry agreed.
“You need the break,” Randy said. “You’ve been working very hard on your book.”
“Shelby?” Janet looked at me.
“It’s fine with me! But I was going to ask; I usually spend Thanksgiving with Earl. We have for the last fifteen years or more. Neither of us ever goes home for T-day.”
“Bring him here!” Jane
