It was like Tabby to want to do something adult-like on New Year’s. We’d have been happy with takeout or burgers but she’d make it some kind of special occasion.
“Man, I love that,” Tony said. “Get all blazed and then eat a really good meal. Nothing better. Is she a good cook?” He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans and he tugged at a belt loop just then, getting paint on the shirttail.
“Joel says she is,” I said.
“Yeah, she is,” Kacie said. “She made a couple of things for Thanksgiving.”
“Will it be ethnic food?” Chris asked.
“No,” Kacie said, but she smiled. “Well, maybe.”
I caught her hand on my leg and she looked at me. “You had Thanksgiving with them?” I asked.
“Yeah, I told you that. My parents were gone and Audrey was with her boyfriend.” She looked away and let her hair fall into her face. It was like a curtain between us. I reached forward and pushed it back so I could see her.
She turned her face into my palm but I pulled it away as soon as she did, not on purpose really, but it kind of felt that way.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
She shrugged. “Nothing to be sorry for. It was very nice there. Got to see Mrs. Lincrest’s parents. Didn’t know it would be the last time. They’re such sweet people.”
Mrs. Lincrest’s dad had died the week before and she was still in Nannyglow, Pennsylvania, on New Year’s. The twins had been gone most of that time, too, but they’d come back yesterday and decided to have the Crew to their place for New Year’s Eve. We would all sleep over and hit Amphora in the morning for New Year’s breakfast, a tradition we’d started years ago.
I had stayed a little longer in San Francisco and been home just a week by that point. I usually came home for the full break and since I hadn’t come home at Thanksgiving my parents were pretty pissed I’d waited till Christmas Eve to fly back. But I told them I had some job opportunities to look into which was about as true as if I’d said I had a cat to care for.
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