Thanksgiving came around, and Duncan invited Lynn over to his house to spend time with him and meet his sisters. Running around that morning, he cleaned up, prepared the extra rooms, and watched the turkey. At eleven o’clock, Christy, Cindy, and Circe burst through the front door, chattering a mile a minute and throwing their bags and coats everywhere.
“Duncan,” they shouted.
“In here,” he yelled back, watching the pots on the burners.
All three women ran into the kitchen and dragged him from the stove, giving him tight hugs and kisses. He’d missed them terribly. The last time they’d visited was in the summer. Greetings over, he told them to sit at the kitchen table and tell him all about their trip.
“Who was driving?” he asked, opening the oven door to check on the pop-up timer. Nope
