Chapter 64

“I wish it didn’t have to be this way,” she said softly.

“I know. Listen? Maybe for Thanksgiving, you come see us? I’ll make a big dinner, turkey with all the trimmings, but with some Italian touches from my family: wedding soup to start, stuffed artichokes. We’ll eat until we can’t move, and then we’ll fall asleep in front of the TV.” Ollie was tearing up again, both at the scene his words were drawing in his mind, but also at the thought of how very long it was until Thanksgiving. How could he bear not to see Addison every day? “Doesn’t that sound nice?” he asked.

“It does,” Stacy nodded. “We’ll see. It’s expensive to come out here. I don’t know if I can afford another trip so soon.”

Soon? Ollie wondered. Thanksgiving is, like, centuries away. “We’ll work something out. Don’t worry about it.”

Stacy nodded. She glanced down at her watch. “We need to be getting ready. They’ll be boarding soon.”