The Saturday After Thanksgiving

Spencer hadn’t seen or talked to Kate since their big Wednesday dinner. He was a little concerned, but didn’t know if he should call her or not. Considering Sarah was involved, maybe he should. He knew Kate wouldn’t do anything dangerous, he believed that was in the past and dealt with, but he didn’t know if they were eating right or taking care of themselves as well as they should.

Spencer called Kate that afternoon. His curiosity was getting the better of him. His call went to voice mail, but that was no big deal.

Spencer ran the vacuum around his place and took out his trash. He washed the few dirty dishes and decided to drive over to Kate’s. He would pick something up for them first. He stopped at the grocery store and debated between ice cream and a frozen cheesecake. Perhaps the ice cream would be better since it didn’t have to thaw. And he didn’t know if Sarah liked cheese cake anyway.

A few minutes later he and Kate and Sarah were sharing bowls of Neapolitan ice cream. “Sorry, I missed your call. I left the phone on the charger while we took Buttons for a quick walk before the rain came.”

The threat of rain was 80 percent for the day, so he didn’t blame them. “No problem. I just thought I’d see how things were going since our dinner.”

“Fine, I guess. Not happy about how things might go, but there isn’t anything I can do about it anyway.”

“True. We’ll all help you if you need it.”

“I know; I appreciate it.” Kate scraped her bowl clean and set it in the floor for Buttons to clean further. “Thanks for the treat, we haven’t had any in the house yet.”

“You’re welcome. Glad you all enjoyed it.” He watched Buttons lick his paws and go lay down.

Kate had something cooking in the kitchen and the scent tickled Spencer’s nose. “What’s cooking, anyway?” he couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“It’s a new recipe, white-bean chili with cilantro, tomatoes and navy beans in it. Smells good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it does. I think it’s the cilantro that smells so good.”

“It’s simmering in the crock pot. I thought it would be nice to have something hot on a chilly day.”

“I’m volunteering as a guinea pig if you need one.”

“There’s probably enough for another pig–I mean guinea pig. It will be ready in a little while.”

“Okay.”

In the meantime, the two adults played a mean game of Candy Land (R) with little Sarah. The race was on. They sat around the coffee table, all in the floor with Buttons between Sarah and Kate. Sarah was ruthless and got all the good candy cards at the right time, without ever having to go backward. “How is this even possible?” Spencer complained.

Candy Land

Candy Land

Kate gave him a “Really?” look. “You’re complaining about a three-year-old game?”

“Hey, I’m a master at games. I can’t believe this.” Spencer threw up his arms in a dramatic fashion and Sarah started to laugh. “I winned again!” she said. She won three out of three so far.

“Yes, you sure did. What’s your secret?” Spencer asked her.

Sarah looked at him with a serious face. “I don’t not know. I have a srecet?”

Spencer sighed. Women.

****

Michelle,

a woman who might exasperate Spencer occasionally

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