about this. But even Aunt
Cora would have a hard
time believing I’m really in
love.
I CRASH
Back to earth. Back to reality.
Back to Thanksgiving with strangers.
Aunt Cora swore all would be well.
You’ll love Liam’s family, she promised.
And you’ll feel right at home. I’m even
making my green bean casserole.
Yeah, boy. Thanksgiving would not
be the same without it. Everyone’s
supposed to bring something.
How about your special cranberry
sauce? asked Aunt Cora, when I
claimed I didn’t know what to make.
I use two secret ingredients—
orange and cinnamon. It’s easy
but tedious, and three hours until
we’re supposed to ring the doorbell,
I should get to getting, as Grandfather
says. Aunt Cora usually helps me, but
she’s already at the Cregans’, dousing
green beans with cream o’ shrooms.
I DON’T NEED HER HELP
I’ve made this recipe twice a year
(Christmas, too) since I could tell
the difference between a saucepan
and a skillet. It just seems strange,