“Well, Aunt Deloris broke her hip,” I told Alex, staring at my now-silent cell phone. “Mom says Thanksgiving is canceled.”
“Isn’t she going to step in and host? I would think that’s the logical thing to do.” Alex glanced sidelong at me from the couch, where he was reading the paper.
I snorted. “You don’t know my mom. Everything has to be a grand affair with her. It’s two days before Thanksgiving. There’s no way she’d have time. Besides, she has to go play Florence Nightingale to her sister.” I laughed at the mental image of my mom hovering at my poor aunt’s bedside, driving her crazy. Then I shrugged. “At least the plane ticket will transfer to Christmas, so I’m not out any money.” That was a stroke of luck considering Laini had announced our firm was going to be going through a restruct
