Kendall stands nervously outside Greenlee’s door.  She shifts from foot to foot with her gift box in her purse.  She runs a hand through her hair and pulls on the edge of her skirt.  Just as she raises her hand to knock the door opens.

“I thought you were going to just stand out there forever.”  Greenlee smiles while opening the door.

“I…I was just…”

“Primping?”  Greenlee teases, “You look terrific…all this just for me?”

“Well, you’re supposed to dress up for holiday dinners and you look like you took some time to get ready yourself.”  Kendall admires Greenlee’s simple yet elegant dress.

“Thank you.  Come on in dinner was just delivered a few minutes ago.” Greenlee opens the door and watches Kendall’s lanky frame saunter in subconsciously.

Greenlee sits down at the table motioning for Kendall to join her.  Kendall sits and looks at the dinner provided by chef Marcel.  Could it have been only a month ago that they sat here like this before?

“I don’t have to push you to eat tonight do I?”  Kendall asks only half-seriously.

“Are you kidding me?  I am going to eat so much that you will have to pull me away from the table.”  Greenlee digs into the bowl of mashed potatoes.

“I’ll believe that one when I see it, but I’ll be satisfied if you simply eat a good plateful and, of course, some dessert.”  Kendall picks a piece of turkey off the plate in front of her.

“I promise.  Now, let’s eat before it gets cold.” 

Their dinner is quiet as they both enjoy the meal prepared for them.  They exchange a few pleasantries about getting ready and how it is strange to be without family, but nice to be together.

Greenlee pushes her pie plate away groaning, “I am stuffed.  See, I told you I planned on eating well.”

“I am so happy, but I think I ate too much.”  Kendall laughs.

“Oh, right.  Look at that figure.  You could put on a few pounds and still look fantastic.”  Greenlee chuckles.

‘You look at my figure?’  Kendall’s pulse jumps, ‘No…that is just a casual observation…stop it.’