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Cornucopia ~ Chapter 7 ~ Thanksgiving Wednesday (Part Three and Four of Four)
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Peggy read while Helena caught up on American television.
Hannah appeared in the doorway and asked, “Mrs. Peabody, if you don’t need anything else, I’ll get ready to leave this evening.”
“Helena?” Peggy asked.
“I’m fine, Mummy.”
“Well, then, we’re fine. Thank you for a wonderful dinner…”
“Yes, Hannah, dinner was delicious,” Helena turned her attention from the screen to look and smile at Hannah.
“Thank you for arranging our Thanksgiving meal and we’ll see you on Friday?”
“Mrs. Peabody, are you sure about tomorrow? I have set everything up as you asked. I left the instructions and my father’s phone number. But I can come in tomorrow. It doesn’t seem right to make you prepare your own dinner.”
“Nonsense. You are not making me do anything. I, though, am making you leave to enjoy the day with your own family. Now, go. Happy Thanksgiving.”
“Happy Thanksgiving, Mrs. Peabody. Happy Thanksgiving, Miss Helena.”
Helena had not listened to the early part of the conversation with her mother and their cook. However, when that conversation dragged on much longer than usual, Helena had directed her attention to it. She was certain she had misunderstood.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Hannah.”
When Helena heard the door close behind Hannah, she asked her mother, “Who is our visiting chef for tomorrow?”
“You and I, though we aren’t visiting.”
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After three attempts to lift the box, Shane gave up and carried its contents up to the apartment in several trips. She left the turkey for last. She carried it up one flight of stairs at a time, resting on the landing of each floor.
When Russ left his apartment to collect his mail, he saw Shane trying to simultaneously hold the turkey and unlock the apartment door.
“Let me hold that for you,” he told the child.
Even though she had lived in the apartment for several months, she had not yet decided what to think about the man who lived across the hall. He didn’t seem to leave the house much, and he always seemed to be sick. She was about to drop the turkey, though it wasn’t the right time for deep analysis.
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I will say again, you do families very well. I thank you for having Jenny confused by a spud, it’s so apt. A wonderful story Spumoni, and particularly nostalgic for me. I haven’t been able to return to NYC since I left over 3 years ago, and I’d lived there for over 20 years, 10 of the just a few doors east of Serendipty. My brother had had the apartment for years before me, so perhaps I wandered by and didn’t make note of Jenny or Dana. My brother had watched several friends go through what Russ was dealing with. An admirable work all together. I look forward to your next effort as I continue catch up on your older stories that I missed.
Loved the flashbacks,and how in later years they all became friends. thanks for the story Now how about a Christmas one
Good job IceCream I can’t wait for part 4. This is just like a reminder of the last holiday and a gear up for the next. Perfect timing because we have time to enjoy it better than in the middle of a holiday rush. Thank you, Md
“Fuck, Porter, Tina’s the top!” LMAO!! Still claiming this would be first place on my holiday ‘must see’ list if you could bring it to life on the big (or little) screen!!! You have seemlessly woven their lives together… awesome!!!
absolutely loved it…past and present…what a great story
Thank you thank you for a beautiful story and a lovely depiction of my old neighborhood on the upper west side. It was awesome seeing our beloved characters in some of my old haunts, and the convergence is just so…so heartwarming, thank you.