Chapter Sixteen

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"Mom, we have everything we need. I'm sure of it."

She looked around hesitantly as I followed her around the supermarket, pushing the over-flowing cart. "What if we've forgotten something?"

"Then I'll hop in my car and drive to get it." I said, exasperation clear in my voice.

She nodded a couple times, still looking around as if she might magically spot something extremely vital we'd missed. "Okay, you're right. Let's go."

Sighing in relief, I did an expert U-turn and headed for the check-out register.

It was Wednesday evening, and mom had dragged me to the local target to get the things we'd be needing for our thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. The first thing she had picked up was a medium sized turkey (only after I made her put back the biggest one she could find –we weren't trying to feed an army), and then we got the rest of the ingredients and some extra things like candles and colorful napkins.

The total sum ended up making my mother pale and gasp audibly, while I snickered in amusement. What did she expect, really, when she hadn't stopped adding things to the cart since we had set foot in here?

After we had dumped all the bags in the trunk, I got into the passenger side of her car and we took off home. On the way, I googled if you could cook a turkey the day before and just reheat it, but I quickly found out that would be a bad idea.

"Wow, this site says the turkey will become, and I'm quoting directly here, 'a disgusting, chewy mass of jelly-like meat with soggy, poopey stuffing' if I reheat it the next day." We laughed, and I clicked onto another site which said I could prepare the stuffing the night before, so that was good enough. Then tomorrow we'd just stuff the big guy and pop him in the oven and that would be it.

"We're going to have the best thanksgiving we've had in a while." Mom commented with a smile. I raised my eyebrows.

"Mom, I love our low-key thanksgivings. I love kicking back and ordering takeout while we watch stupid rom-coms."

She turned to smile at me. "Me too, honey. But I thought doing something different and actually having a traditional thanksgiving dinner for once might be nice."

"Hm, that's true." I replied. When we got home a few minutes later, I immediately got to preparing the stuffing for the turkey from a recipe online that looked promising. Mom helped around while I half heartedly moaned and groaned about having to do it, but I was actually having fun.

That night when I went to bed, all I could think about was tomorrow. I sighed heavily, grabbing my pillow and burying my head under it. Thinking about seeing Isobel both excited me and made me anxious. On one hand, watching her smile at me and hearing her voice made my knees weak, but on the other hand... it reminded me of what I wanted but couldn't have.

I decided to focus on the positives; it was thanksgiving after all, and I certainly had a lot to be thankful for this year. Also, seeing Isobel's little brothers again wouldn't be the worst thing. With that in mind I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of stuffed turkey's chasing me around town.

"Talia, baby, wake up. We've got loads of work to do!" I groaned and rolled over, stuffing my face into my pillow. Why was I being woken up so early when there was no school? I was supposed to be catching up on my sleep.

"No, we don't." I grumbled. The bed sank as my mom sat down on the edge.

"Yes, we do honey. We have to make the mash and gravy, the green bean casserole, the cranberry sauce, the candied yams, and we need desert too. At least two pies, preferably pumpkin and pecan..." She drifted off in thought.

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