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P.S. I Like You(48)

By:Kasie West


I scowled in annoyance. “Ashley. My guitar is broken. The thing I have to use to write half of the song. I think that’s a pretty good excuse.”

“Fine. If that’s the only reason, you can share the words to the song you’ve been working on with the family on Thanksgiving.”

I paused then said, “Fine. I will.”

“Good. Grandma and Grandpa are going to be there, too.”

“I know.”

“And Aunt Lisa and her kids. And Uncle James and his kids.”

“I know.” Was she trying to talk me out of this or just make me admit I was terrified?

“And Mark.”

“I know … wait … who?”

“The guy from work. We’re getting serious.”

“Really?” My sister never got serious with anyone so that surprised me. “The guy that saw food on your teeth?”

She shoved my arm. “Shut up.”

I laughed. “Just kidding. That’s cool, Ash.”

“So I invited him over for Thanksgiving dinner.”

I nodded. A boyfriend at Thanksgiving would be new. “If you like this guy, keep him far away from our house,” I said. “Especially on holidays.”

She laughed like I was joking but then her laughter trailed off into a worried expression. “Oh no. You’re right. I’ve made a mistake.”

I nodded. “It’s not too late to tell him to stay home.”

“Our family can all be normal for one day, right?” Ashley asked hopefully. “That won’t be hard. We’ve been normal for a stretch of time before.” She sounded doubtful.

“It’s your funeral.”

“It’ll be fine.” She waved a hand in the air. “I’ll be there to run interference.”

“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.”

“Do not say things like that when he’s over.”

“I can’t quote The Wizard of Oz? Everyone knows The Wizard of Oz. And if he doesn’t then you should be glad that we found out so early in the relationship.”

She put her hand to her forehead. “You’re right. He needs to stay home.”

“Exactly.”

“He’ll stay home … but you’re still sharing your song on Thanksgiving.”



“You did what?” I was pouring hot gravy into the dish and nearly spilled it on the counter. A little splattered on my wrist and I wiped it quickly before it burned me.

“Please, Lily,” Mom said with a sigh. “Let’s not get dramatic about this. I thought you knew him.”

“I do know him and that’s why I don’t want him over here for Thanksgiving dinner.”

“Well, your brother invited him and he accepted.”

Ashley popped an olive in her mouth. “Wyatt invited him to Thanksgiving dinner? Weird.”

“See. It’s weird,” I said. “Just call Cade and tell him there was a change of plans.”

Because Cade Jennings, my enemy, my former secret pen pal, could not show up at my house for Thanksgiving.

“Who’s Cade?” Aunt Lisa asked, a baby on her hip while she stirred yams. She and her three kids, along with my grandparents, had arrived an hour earlier. My uncle, his wife, and their four kids had arrived the night before. And we were still waiting on my mom’s other sister.

And Cade, apparently.

“Lily’s friend,” my mom said.

My face went hot.

“No. We are not friends. He’s Wyatt’s baseball coach.” I placed the gravy boat next to the potatoes. “Mom, our family is too crazy to have guests over,” I tried to argue. And why couldn’t Cade go to Sasha’s house for Thanksgiving? Couldn’t he torture another family?

Ashley, now raiding the vegetable tray, said, “He and Mark can talk.”

“What? I thought you’d convinced Mark to stay home,” I said.

“No, I didn’t. But everyone be normal today, okay? Normal!” Ashley marched out of the kitchen, probably to give the “be normal” instructions to the rest of the family. My family didn’t know what normal was. She’d have to be a bit more specific than that.

I wiped my hands on a dish towel and found myself heading to the bathroom and analyzing myself in the mirror. My analysis ended with me applying more mascara, a dusting of blush, and some lip gloss. Not for Cade, but because it was Thanksgiving.

The doorbell rang and I closed my eyes, giving myself a pep talk.

I am glad Cade can spend Thanksgiving away from his house. He needs this. And I can handle him for one afternoon.

Right?

The doorbell rang again.

Did nobody else know how to answer the door around here?

It was probably better if I answered it, anyway. I could let Cade know what he was in for or better yet, turn him away.