weâd just all pitch in and cook Thanksgiving dinner together. One of the guys has a place in Cambridge, so weâre going to go there rather than try to book flights for a quick trip home.â
âOh, I see,â I said and hated that I sounded bitchy.
âAre you okay with this, Mom? I mean, I figured that Jason would be there, and I promise Iâll be home for Christmas.â
Get a grip, Marin. No kid likes a control-freak mom.
âYes, of course Iâm okay with it, but, no, Jason wonât be home this year either. Apparently, he has a girlfriend and theyâre going to her parentsâ home in Connecticut for the weekend.â
âOh, really? Heâs going to Septemberâs family?â
My disappointment quickly morphed to jealousy. âYou knew about your brotherâs girlfriend?â I questioned, feeling terribly left out.
âYeah, they flew up to Boston for a weekend a couple months ago, so we got together for dinner.â
It was times like this that I knew how hurtful parenting could be. And yet, wasnât that the point of raising a child? To raise them so well that they are fully prepared to go out and face their worldâeven without you.
I cleared my throat and blinked back the moisture I felt in my eyes. âOh, that was nice that they came to Boston. So . . . what did you think of her?â
âI liked her. Sheâs very pretty, but even better . . . sheâs intelligent.â
I smiled and realized that one statement said volumes about how Andrew and I had raised our sons.
âSo is it okay, Mom? That I wonât be there for Thanksgiving?â
I smiled again. Here was my twenty-two-year-old son basically asking my permission to skip a family Thanksgiving, when no permission was even required.
âWell, you know Grandma and I will miss you and Jason both, but . . . of course itâs okay. Whatâs your contribution for the dinner?â
âOh, another thing I meant to ask youâcould you e-mail me Grandmaâs recipe for squash casserole?â
I shook my head and laughed. âAh, you wonât be down here in the South with us, so you want some of the South up there with you, huh? Yes, Iâll send it off to you this week.â
âThanks, Mom. Love you, and Iâll talk to you soon.â
I stood for a few moments holding the phone in my hand and let out a sigh. I couldnât lie. I was very disappointed that this would be my first Thanksgiving without my sons. But I attempted to brush off my mood and headed back outside to tell my mother, who, of course, took it better than I had.
âOh, that is too bad that neither boy will be with us, but I guess that was bound to happen eventually. But weâll be surrounded by family, Marin. This year itâs Sydneyâs turn to do Thanksgiving, and Iâm doing Christmas here. So Monica and Adam will also be there with the children.â
This did manage to brighten my mood a bit.
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My face was uplifted, capturing the sun as the wind blew through my hair and Worth turned the Porsche onto SR 27 in Bronson. Unlike Friday evening on the island, with a speed limit of twenty, once we left Cedar Key and he was able to increase the speed on 24, I could really appreciate the car he owned. I felt like I was floating, and with Springsteenâs voice coming from the Bose speakers, it was difficult to remember the last time I had had such a sense of freedom.
âNot much longer down 27,â I heard Worth say, and I nodded. I wasnât sure I ever wanted this ride to end. But about fifteen minutes later he was pulling into a long, paved driveway. A tunnel of live oaks partially obscured the enormous house at the end.
I sat up straighter in my seat. Wow was the only word that immediately came to mind as an image of Southfork from the TV series Dallas flashed before my eyes. The house was redbrick, two stories, and, just guessing, Iâd say it was at
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