Every Wednesday, Maya took a Hump Day yoga class. She looked forward to it all week. Not even the fact that Thanksgiving was the next day and she still didn’t know what she was bringing would make her skip the class.
next dayShe was just about to change into her yoga clothes when Maggie and Cara appeared at her office door.
She groaned. “Is this about Thanksgiving? I haven’t decided what to make yet.”
Jessica had enlisted the two teenagers to be her foot soldiers for the event.
“No, it’s not about Thanksgiving,” Cara said as she plopped herself into a chair. Maggie stayed standing, looking unusually nervous.
It occurred to Maya that they looked like sisters; both different shades of blond, both wearing Lost Harbor High hoodies, so comfortable with each other that they could be family.
