Kenzie

“Are you sure you want to cook Thanksgiving dinner?” Nicholas asks me for what must be the hundredth time in the last forty-eight hours. “I can still find someone to—”

“Will you stop asking me? We’ll be fine,” I insist. “It just seems like an awful lot of work,” he sighs.

“Nicholas! You know damn well I never have a meal catered at the holidays! Since the day God brought you into our home, you have always had a home cooked meal for every holiday. Just because we’re here instead of in New York doesn’t change anything,” Vivienne scolds.

“I know, Mom, it just seems like a lot of...