Thanksgiving my phone is ringing amplifying the ringing from a hangover that is, screaming in my head like a siren, 08:00 it must be mumsy.  “Hello love I answer.

an enthusiastic Happy Thanksgiving!”! rings through the phone I light a cigarette.  The coffee could use a shot of something.

“Are you coming around 3?” I have a guest, and don’t know what’s happening.”

“Please! Please!

“Ask him, there’s so much food. I have veuve clicquot champagne.” My bottle was killed last night. My refrigerator has mixers OJ, and cigarettes Misty might want food. 

“Hang on Mums. I put the phone on the table. walk to the bedroom my apartment is barely furnished bed, and stereo. Table a guitar in the corner.  Albums, books random art. I hear the shower. 

“Misty,  want to go to Thanksgiving, casual my ‘rents some of the exchange  students “

“All I  have is what I had on last night and that might have your teeth marks only dress and 4-inch pumps no hose. “ Misty answers.  Wrapping a towel around her waist. 

‘don’t need hose you’re tan and waxed”

“We just met.”

“You're OK it’s casual. “I  am wearing jeans and a T, you’re pretty in anything in answer. We locked eyes across the room last night. Whilst a band cranked 3 chords at high volume. 

“Do you have a hair dryer?

In the cupboard.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No, why?” 

“There’s tampons in here.”

“For visitors’

“How many have there been? Don’t answer. None of my business. “ Misty stammers.

“Why so serious ?’ I ask.

“I am overthinking?” she asks.

Yes, if it's a  bother we won’t go”.

No, I want to”.

I’ll tell Mumsy” remembering I left herb on hold.

“Did you forget? 

“I am coming and so is Misty.

Love you cheers”.

Drive to the ‘burbs

Mumsy at the door.

“Was she waiting?” Misty asks. Relax 

The dog barks when he hears my car.” I answer.  I walk around and open her door Mumsy waving us in. There introduction table set we are seated across from each other.

Mumsy says say the blessing. Misty gives me a wink. Leans forward hands clasped in prayer ample cleavage and blonde hair spilling onto the table.

I begin, “Lord we thank you for the bounty on the table. Misty giggles, as does Mumsy. I excuse, myself for a cigarette as my father carves. Mumsy follows. 

“I can’t believe you just said that laughing. 

You can’t be mad you're still laughing.

She hugs me and goes back inside where Misty has charmed my father. Sayed is telling a chemistry joke. I just smile politely Misty gives a laugh.