Chapter 10 - Thanksgiving Without a Rescue
Lauren’s oven broke at nine in the morning.
Under the old system, this would have become my emergency.
Instead, she called Aunt Rebecca.
Not for money.
For oven space.
Rebecca roasted the turkey.
Mom baked pies.
I brought mashed potatoes.
Lauren borrowed a neighbor’s oven for casseroles.
Nobody rescued her.
Everybody contributed.
There is a difference.
By four o’clock, sixteen people were squeezed around folding tables in Lauren’s dining room.
Evan sat between Chloe and Noah.
Three empty folding chairs remained near the wall.
I noticed them immediately.
Apparently Lauren did too.
She caught my eye.
For one second, neither of us spoke.
Then she smiled awkwardly.
“Plenty of room.”
I smiled back.
“Apparently.”
It was the first time we could acknowledge that morning without reopening the wound.
Dinner was almost peaceful.
Then Lauren’s ex-husband, Jason, arrived unexpectedly.
He had come to pick up the children earlier than planned.
When Chloe told him we were eating, Lauren invited him in.
Jason hesitated.
Then sat.
Halfway through dinner, he said:
“I heard about Harbor Falls.”
The room became silent.
Lauren closed her eyes.
“Jason.”
“What?”
“Not today.”
He looked at Evan.
“I’m sorry, buddy.”
Evan shrugged.
Then Jason looked at Lauren.
“You know Chloe cried that night because she thought she’d done something wrong?”
Lauren put down her fork.
“I know.”
“She told me.”
“I apologized.”
“I’m glad.”
His tone wasn’t cruel.
That somehow made it harder.
Lauren stood.
“I need some air.”
She walked outside.
Mom started to follow.
I stopped her.
“I’ll go.”
I found Lauren sitting on the back steps.
“You okay?”
“No.”
I sat beside her.
For a minute, we watched our breath fog in the cold air.
“I hate being the villain in everybody’s story,” she said.
“You don’t have to stay one.”
She looked at me.
“That sounds like something from a greeting card.”
“It probably is.”
She laughed.
Then cried.
“I really messed things up.”
“Yes.”
“You could occasionally lie.”
“No.”
She wiped her face.
“What if everybody remembers the worst thing I ever did?”
“Then give them newer things to remember.”
She looked toward the house.
Through the window, Evan and Chloe were laughing.
“Is that what you’re doing?”
“What?”
“Giving me another chance?”
I thought carefully.
“I’m giving you room to earn one.”
That answer seemed to mean more to her than easy forgiveness would have.
We went inside.
Later, before dessert, Lauren stood.
She tapped her glass.
Everyone looked up.
“I want to say something.”
I braced myself.
She looked at Evan.
“Earlier this year, I made a choice that hurt somebody in this room.”
Evan looked at her.
“I’m not going to make excuses. But I want everyone to know I’m working on being better.”
She looked at me.
“And I owe my sister more than money.”
Nobody applauded.
Thank God.
This wasn’t a movie.
Mom simply reached across and squeezed Lauren’s hand.
Then Evan said:
“Can we eat pie now?”
Everyone laughed.
“Yes,” Lauren said. “Please.”
That night, while driving home, Evan asked:
“Are you and Aunt Lauren friends again?”
“We’re sisters.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
I smiled.
“We’re working on it.”
He nodded.
Then he said something that stayed with me.
“I think people should get another chance if they stop doing the bad thing.”
I looked at him.
“That’s pretty smart.”
“I’m nine.”
“Right. I forgot.”
But there was another person who had not received another chance.
Evan’s father.
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And two weeks before Christmas, after nearly four years of silence, his name appeared on my phone.
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