Chapter 28

As the days stretched into weeks, I went on a couple of auditions, did a few interviews, and rambled around my house.

Waiting.

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An unseasonably warm first week of November had me outside, pretending to take care of my yard to avoid the ringing phone. I was sure it was my father trying to make plans for Thanksgiving. But we had weeks yet before the holiday, not to mention we always did the same thing every year. The big dinner at my dad’s house with all his family, then football on the TV, while eating our pie.

Since my parents’ divorce when I was twelve, we’d spent Thanksgiving with Dad and then flown to New York to spend Christmas with Mom. Despite sixteen years having passed, Rachel and I still did the same.

The phone rang for the third time in as many hours. Finally fed up, I wiped the dirt off my hands and pulled my cell out of my pocket. I was going to give my dad an earful before I caved and agreed to his plans.