Chapter Four––––––––
Nat had sacked out at Matt’s Wednesday night, too. By the time he had dragged his sleepy butt from the sofa, showered and jumped into clothes he’d borrowed, the preparations for Thanksgiving dinner were well underway. The parade blared from the big screen TV.
Clad in aprons, hair in ponytails, Dusty and Nicki had taken over the kitchen. Though it was only ten, good smells were wafting through the apartment.
“Look, it’s Snoopy!” Matt said, greeting Nat, buttoning his shirt as he made his way from the bedroom to the living room.
“Coffee,” Nat said. He wandered into the kitchen. Realizing he was in the way, he turned this way, then that, but still blocked someone’s path.
“What is it, Nat?” Dusty asked, her attitude testy.
“Sorry. Matt said there was coffee?”
“Here,
