Zöe arrived at her apartment loaded down with Thanksgiving leftovers her sister thought she would need - potatoes, stuffing, green bean casserole and jellied cranberry. Zöe paused by the trash cans and dumped the entire load. “Good riddance to bad rubbish,” she thought.
Zöe could hear Foxie running in little circles in the apartment as Zöe climbed the stairs.
Zöe had snagged a few pieces of turkey from the “pity tray” her sister fixed. Foxie didn’t care about family politics and devoured the turkey dog-style - quickly.
Grabbing a beer and settling on the couch Zöe pulled out her phone to check her email. Lots of stuff from vendors hyping Christmas sales, a bunch of utility companies, this and that and a message from Ryan.
A message from Ryan.
Zöe hesitated. A message from Ryan. Subject: Your Thanksgiving!
She didn’t think her Thanksgiving deserved an exclamation point, but that was neither here nor there.
Zöe clicked on the note, read it and closed her laptop.
“Oh, that happened,” she thought.