"Sure, mom. We can probably work something out. Yeah. I'll check and call you back. OK. Love you."

Sarah wrung her hands once. "So, that was my mom."

I quirked up one side of my mouth. "So I gathered."

"Yeah, well. Remember me telling you they go on vacation during Thanksgiving?" I nodded. "Well, this year they're going to Gatlinburg for the week, and they'll be coming back through on Saturday. They'll get a hotel for the night, but they wanted to know if we all could have dinner."

"That's it?" Her tone of voice sounded like this was some huge favor. "Sure, of course. I'd love to meet your...