Chapter 70
“Thanks, Quentin,” she said. “What do you usually do for Thanksgiving?”
“For the last several years, I’ve gone to the covered-dish affair at The Church of the Good Shepherd, and it’s really great.”
“I’ve never heard of turkey as a covered dish,” she said.
“No, Ma’am, it isn’t. The turkey is cooked in the church kitchen, and the rest of the food is brought by those attending.”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Mr. Wilson said.
“It is, and it’s a great occasion. It’s not always the same crowd—I think some housewives like taking a year off from cooking a big meal once in a while.”
“Why don’t you guys come down to Jacksonville next year and see for yourselves?” Nate said. “We’ve got plenty of room.”
“Nate,” Mr. Wilson said, “it’s been years since I’ve driven that far, but thank you for the thought.”
“There’s no need to drive,” Nate said, “you could fly.”
“We’ll think about it,” Mrs. Wilson said.
“Great.”