<span id="kobo.7.1">‘D<span id="kobo.8.1">ad, your game is off<span id="kobo.9.1">,’ I teased. <span id="kobo.9.2">Our regr chess match was being interrupted by the Bears game.
<span id="kobo.10.1">‘And yours is even worse. <span id="kobo.10.2">Anyway, multitasking isn’t my strong suit now in my old age, but I think we can turn off the Bears. <span id="kobo.10.3">They’re going to lose, and I don’t need to see that.’
<span id="kobo.11.1">I turned off the TV. <span id="kobo.11.2">That had always been Dad’s credo: he supported the Bears but didn’t need to waste his time watching when they were losing.
<span id="kobo.12.1">‘Now, Dad, about Thanksgiving…’
<span id="kobo.13.1">He looked up, freezing in the act of moving his pawn. <span id="kobo.13.2">‘Is this when you tell me you’re going to make ns with a woman worth your time and ditch my old ass?’
<span id="kobo.14.1">I frowned. <span id="kobo.14.2">‘No, I was going to ask if you want us to start dinner earlier than usual.’
<span id="kobo.15.1">He looked at the board. <span id="kobo.15.2">‘That woman you went to theke house a few weeks ago is still around?’
<span id="kobo.16.1">I stared at him. <span id="kobo.16.2">‘How do you even know about that?’
<span id="kobo.17.1">‘You told Dora. <span id="kobo.17.2">You don’t think she keeps secret from me, do you?’ <span id="kobo.17.3">He tsked. <span id="kobo.17.4">‘Son, you’ve got a thing or two to learn. <span id="kobo.17.5">She tells me everything.’
<span id="kobo.18.1">‘Got it.”
<span id="kobo.19.1">‘So, she’s still around?’
<span id="kobo.20.1">‘Yes,’ I said without getting into details. <span id="kobo.20.2">Reese and I had been spending a lot of time together since then.
<span id="kobo.21.1">‘Good. <span id="kobo.21.2">I want to meet her.’
<span id="kobo.22.1">I hadn’t counted on this. <span id="kobo.22.2">I was sure Reese had her own thing going on for Thanksgiving, so it hadn’t even crossed my mind to ask her to spend it with us.
<span id="kobo.23.1">‘You want to have Reese here for Thanksgiving?’ <span id="kobo.23.2">I double-checked.
<span id="kobo.24.1">‘Yes, I want to meet the woman who’s got my son so wrapped around her little finger that he’s losing the game even when half my mind was on the Bears. <span id="kobo.24.2">It’s a good omen. <span id="kobo.24.3">When I first met your mother, I forgot when meetings were supposed to start or what they were about. <span id="kobo.24.4">Let me tell you, my work colleagues were up in arms.’
<span id="kobo.25.1">I had never, not once, heard my father talk about my mother since she passed away.
<span id="kobo.26.1">‘Tell me about her,’ he insisted.
<span id="kobo.27.1">I spoke about Reese while we finished the game. <span id="kobo.27.2">My mind was racing. <span id="kobo.27.3">I wasn’t a genius, but I was 100 percent certain she already had ns with her family. <span id="kobo.27.4">We hadn’t been going out for a long time, but instinctively, I knew she would fit in here with us. <span id="kobo.27.5">So I came up with a n, but I was only going to put it in motion after I left Dad’s house.
<span id="kobo.28.1">He beat me, of course, but I was enjoying watching him win. <span id="kobo.28.2">He was in an excellent mood afterward. <span id="kobo.28.3">We had an early dinner with Dora, and I only left after they started on his evening routine.
<span id="kobo.29.1">As soon as I stepped outside, I called Reese, still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that he wanted to meet her. <span id="kobo.29.2">She answered just as I got into the car.
<span id="kobo.30.1">‘Hi. <span id="kobo.30.2">How’s your dad?’
<span id="kobo.31.1">‘Happy. <span id="kobo.31.2">He won.”
<span id="kobo.32.1">‘Oh. <span id="kobo.32.2">Then that’s a good thing, right?’
<span id="kobo.33.1">‘Yeah. <span id="kobo.33.2">But he got suspicious and concluded that I’d yed like shit because I was thinking about you.’
<span id="kobo.34.1">‘Oh.’
<span id="kobo.35.1">‘And he was right.’
<span id="kobo.36.1">‘Huh. <span id="kobo.36.2">Really? <span id="kobo.36.3">What else did he say?’ <span id="kobo.36.4">Her tone turned yful.
<span id="kobo.37.1">‘He’d like to meet you, and I was thinking, what are you doing on Thanksgiving?’
<span id="kobo.38.1">‘There’s a huge dinner at Aunt Lena’s house.’
<span id="kobo.39.1">As I’d figured. <span id="kobo.39.2">‘I have a proposition for you.’
<span id="kobo.40.1">‘I’m listening.’
<span id="kobo.41.1">‘Dad and I usually have lunch together on Thanksgiving. <span id="kobo.41.2">I can make it a brunch, even, if that works better for you. <span id="kobo.41.3">And afterward, you’re free to go to your family’s event.’
<span id="kobo.42.1">‘I’d love that,’ she eximed.
<span id="kobo.43.1">I’d have given anything to see her right then. <span id="kobo.43.2">I liked the way her eyes lit up when she was happy. <span id="kobo.43.3">In fact, her entire body changed.
<span id="kobo.44.1">‘But on one condition,’ she continued.
<span id="kobo.45.1">‘Of course.’
<span id="kobo.46.1">‘Would you like to join me in the evening? <span id="kobo.46.2">The whole family will be there. <span id="kobo.46.3">Your dad is wee, too, of course.”
<span id="kobo.47.1">‘He will tly refuse. <span id="kobo.47.2">But won’t there be too many people if Ie?” <span id="kobo.47.3">I asked.
<span id="kobo.48.1">‘Trust me, one more is really not going to matter. <span id="kobo.48.2">Everyone will be happy to see you.’
<span id="kobo.49.1">‘Will it make <span id="kobo.50.1">you<span id="kobo.51.1"> happy, Reese?’
<span id="kobo.52.1">‘Of course.’
<span id="kobo.53.1">I smiled. <span id="kobo.53.2">‘Then I’ll be there.’
<span id="kobo.54.1">***
<span id="kobo.56.1">O<span id="kobo.57.1">n Thanksgiving, I<span id="kobo.58.1"> was at Dad’s house at six thirty in the morning to give the turkey plenty of time to cook until lunchtime.
<span id="kobo.59.1">‘Dora, how do I look?’ <span id="kobo.59.2">Dad asked after I set the table. <span id="kobo.59.3">He’d dressed up smarter than I’d seen him in a while, wearing a dress shirt and a tie too.
<span id="kobo.60.1">‘You look very dashing. <span id="kobo.60.2">If you weren’t fifteen years my senior, I’d try my chances.’ <span id="kobo.60.3">Dora winked at him.
<span id="kobo.61.1">‘Fifteen? <span id="kobo.61.2">Try fifty, girl.’
<span id="kobo.62.1">She frowned. <span id="kobo.62.2">‘You’re not that old.’
<span id="kobo.63.1">‘No, but I feel like it.’
<span id="kobo.64.1">I was d Dad and Dora were getting along. <span id="kobo.64.2">We were lucky to have found a caregiver as good as her.
<span id="kobo.65.1">When the doorbell rang, I went straight to open it. <span id="kobo.65.2">As I passed Dora, she whispered, “He insisted on dressing up for Reese.”
<span id="kobo.66.1">I figured something was going on to that effect, and it made me grin.
<span id="kobo.67.1">When I opened the front door, I burst outughing. <span id="kobo.67.2">I could barely see Reese.
<span id="kobo.68.1">‘What’s all this you’re carrying?’ <span id="kobo.68.2">I asked as I took the boxes from her.
<span id="kobo.69.1">‘I brought a lot of sweets and a pie from Liz’s bakery. <span id="kobo.69.2">Everything she makes is delicious.’
<span id="kobo.70.1">I kissed her over the boxes but couldn’t deepen it as much as I wanted because Dad was right behind us.
<span id="kobo.71.1">I turned around. <span id="kobo.71.2">‘Dad, Dora, this is Reese. <span id="kobo.71.3">Reese, Dad and Dora.’
<span id="kobo.72.1">‘Hi, I’m so pleased to meet you,’ Reese said.
<span id="kobo.73.1">Dad shook her hand. <span id="kobo.73.2">‘I’m Theodore. <span id="kobo.73.3">d to meet you, girl. <span id="kobo.73.4">Very nice of you to stop by today.’
<span id="kobo.74.1">‘Of course. <span id="kobo.74.2">I couldn’t miss it.’
<span id="kobo.75.1">‘I hope you’re hungry, because Dom’s cooked up a storm.’
<span id="kobo.76.1">‘I am. <span id="kobo.76.2">I purposefully didn’t have any breakfast, and I’m extremely d that I managed not to taste any of the goodies in these boxes.”
<span id="kobo.77.1">‘I like you,’ Dad said. <span id="kobo.77.2">He was usually terse, but there was a subtle change in him since she’d stepped into the house.
<span id="kobo.78.1">‘Come on and give me a tour of the kitchen,’ Reese said, ‘and put me to work.’
<span id="kobo.79.1">‘Nonsense,’ Dad replied. <span id="kobo.79.2">‘You’re going to keep mepany. <span id="kobo.79.3">Dominic’s got everything under control, doesn’t he?’
<span id="kobo.80.1">Reese looked at me in surprise, and Iughed. <span id="kobo.80.2">‘Dad likes to boss people around.’
<span id="kobo.81.1">She winked at me. <span id="kobo.81.2">‘I guess I know where you get that from. <span id="kobo.81.3">How about this?’ <span id="kobo.81.4">Reese said. <span id="kobo.81.5">‘I’ll chat with you while I help Dom.’
<span id="kobo.82.1">I kissed the side of her head, putting a hand on her waist. <span id="kobo.82.2">‘There’s no need, Reese. <span id="kobo.82.3">Just rx with Dad. <span id="kobo.82.4">I have everything under control. <span id="kobo.82.5">I’ve done this a few times.’
<span id="kobo.83.1">‘All right, then. <span id="kobo.83.2">That means I’m all yours, Theodore.”
<span id="kobo.84.1">She sat with Dad in the living room while I went back into the kitchen. <span id="kobo.84.2">The turkey was ready on time, and Reese did help me set the table. <span id="kobo.84.3">‘This looks so fancy. <span id="kobo.84.4">I’ve got to take a few pictures.’ <span id="kobo.84.5">She started to reach for her phone but stopped. <span id="kobo.84.6">‘Actually, never mind.’
<span id="kobo.85.1">‘What were you about to say?’ <span id="kobo.85.2">I asked.
<span id="kobo.86.1">‘That I could send them to Aunt Lena, but then she’s going to be jealous that I’m eating turkey before I taste hers.’
<span id="kobo.87.1">I smiled at her. <span id="kobo.87.2">‘Come on, let’s all sit down and see if it tastes as good as it looks.’
<span id="kobo.88.1">The four of us gathered around the table and chatted away during the meal. <span id="kobo.88.2">It pleased me to see Dad and Reese getting along so well. <span id="kobo.88.3">Dora kept smiling as Dad opened up and became more animated.
<span id="kobo.89.1">Once we finished the food, Dad looked at Dora. <span id="kobo.89.2">‘Is there any program on TV that’s showing Christmas lights around the city?’
<span id="kobo.90.1">‘Not that I know of,’ she replied.
<span id="kobo.91.1">‘I have an idea,’ Reese said, standing a bit straighter. <span id="kobo.91.2">A wave of her perfume reached me. <span id="kobo.91.3">It was a new one, but it was just as addictive as thest one. <span id="kobo.91.4">Slowly, I was starting to realize it didn’t matter what perfume she was wearing—I was addicted to <span id="kobo.92.1">her<span id="kobo.93.1">. <span id="kobo.93.2">‘Why don’t we go out and see some lights? <span id="kobo.93.3">The city is full of them.’
<span id="kobo.94.1">Dad frowned. <span id="kobo.94.2">‘What’s an old bag of bones like me going to do out in the freezing cold?’
<span id="kobo.95.1">‘We can always go to Light up the Lake at Navy Pier. <span id="kobo.95.2">That’s indoors, and it’s gorgeous.’ <span id="kobo.95.3">Reese sounded so enthusiastic. <span id="kobo.95.4">I hadn’t had the time to warn her that my father only used to go on Christmas lights strolls with my mother. <span id="kobo.95.5">‘I’m sure we’ll have fun.’
<span id="kobo.96.1">Dad nced at me and then at Dora. <span id="kobo.96.2">‘You make a good case, Reese. <span id="kobo.96.3">I didn’t think about indoor lights. <span id="kobo.96.4">I say let’s go.’
<span id="kobo.97.1">Dora jerked her head back, her shock mirroring mine. <span id="kobo.97.2">Not in a million years had I expected Dad to actually want to go.
<span id="kobo.98.1">‘I can put things away and leave now, give you some family time, if you want,’ Dora offered.
<span id="kobo.99.1">Dad cut his eyes to her. <span id="kobo.99.2">‘Tell the truth, girl. <span id="kobo.99.3">Do you want to have free time, or are you just doing it because you think you’ll be in the way?’
<span id="kobo.100.1">‘As you know, my family isn’t in Chicago, so I don’t have any ns at all. <span id="kobo.100.2">But if the three of you want to spend time together…’
<span id="kobo.101.1">‘Nonsense,’ Dad said, waving his hand. <span id="kobo.101.2">‘You and I can move around at a distance from these two so we’re not a third wheel.’
<span id="kobo.102.1">‘We’ll all have fun together,’ Reese said, smiling from ear to ear.
<span id="kobo.103.1">Dora stood up. <span id="kobo.103.2">‘All right, then, let’s get you ready,’ she told Dad. <span id="kobo.103.3">I was still waiting for him to change his mind abruptly and make up an excuse, but none of that happened as they went into the bedroom.
<span id="kobo.104.1">Reese turned to me once we were alone. <span id="kobo.104.2">‘Anything wrong? <span id="kobo.104.3">You’re frowning.’
<span id="kobo.105.1">‘I’m surprised,’ I admitted. <span id="kobo.105.2">‘My father hasn’t left the house in a long time.’
<span id="kobo.106.1">‘You told me that. <span id="kobo.106.2">But you also said he used to like Christmas strolls. <span id="kobo.106.3">That’s why I looked up where we could go indoors.’
<span id="kobo.107.1">‘Wait, you researched this?’
<span id="kobo.108.1">She nodded. <span id="kobo.108.2">‘Yeah. <span id="kobo.108.3">I like Christmas markets, but I haven’t been to an indoor one for some time.”
<span id="kobo.109.1">‘You’re unbelievable, you know that?’
<span id="kobo.110.1">She smiled sheepishly and dipped her head. <span id="kobo.110.2">I pulled her onto myp, wanting even more body contact.
<span id="kobo.111.1">‘Hey, what are you doing?’ <span id="kobo.111.2">she said, looking over her shoulder. <span id="kobo.111.3">‘They coulde back any second now.’
<span id="kobo.112.1">‘No, that’s going to take a while.’ <span id="kobo.112.2">I kissed up her neck, and she rxed in my arms. <span id="kobo.112.3">That was always my favorite moment, when she went fromposed to being putty in my hands.
<span id="kobo.113.1">She smirked. <span id="kobo.113.2">‘You can’t even behave when you’re in your dad’s house, huh?’
<span id="kobo.114.1">‘I can’t stop wanting to be closer to you, to touch you.’
<span id="kobo.115.1">‘I like what I’m hearing,’ she murmured.
<span id="kobo.116.1">A sound startled us both. <span id="kobo.116.2">Reese jumped out of myp and grabbed some of the tes for no reason at all. <span id="kobo.116.3">The door opened, and Dora stepped into the room.
<span id="kobo.117.1">‘We’re almost ready,’ she began. <span id="kobo.117.2">Then her eyes fell on Reese, who was red in the face, clutching the tes tightly. <span id="kobo.117.3">‘You don’t have to clean up. <span id="kobo.117.4">I’ll do it afterward.’
<span id="kobo.118.1">‘It’s just a few tes,’ Reese said quickly. <span id="kobo.118.2">‘We’ll manage.’
<span id="kobo.119.1">I got up, too, taking thest te and the four mugs.
<span id="kobo.120.1">‘We’ll be ready in a few minutes,’ Dora said. <span id="kobo.120.2">‘We should take two cars, right?’
<span id="kobo.121.1">I’d bought Dora a car that couldfortably seat my dad’s wheelchair. <span id="kobo.121.2">Even though he hadn’t wanted to leave the house, I always wanted him to have that option.
<span id="kobo.122.1">‘Sure,’ I said, and she headed back into the bedroom with Dad.
<span id="kobo.123.1">Reese and I carried everything to the kitchen. <span id="kobo.123.2">I set the mugs and the te next to the sink, where she was already rinsing the others.
<span id="kobo.124.1">I pushed my hip into hers and grinned at her.
<span id="kobo.125.1">‘No,’ she said under her breath. <span id="kobo.125.2">‘See? <span id="kobo.125.3">I knew something like that would happen and we’d get caught.’
<span id="kobo.126.1">That made meugh. <span id="kobo.126.2">‘Reese, we’re grown-ups. <span id="kobo.126.3">There is no ‘catching’ us.’
<span id="kobo.127.1">‘I always feel I’m doing something wrong when I’m under a parent’s roof or my aunt and uncle’s.’
<span id="kobo.128.1">‘Fine,’ I said, kissing the back of her head, then her temple, and then tugging at the lobe of her ear. <span id="kobo.128.2">I could never stop when it came to Reese. <span id="kobo.128.3">I always needed more. <span id="kobo.128.4">‘We’ll be on our best behavior.’
<span id="kobo.129.1">Dora had Dad ready to go just as we finished the dishes, and we piled into our respective vehicles. <span id="kobo.129.2">We arrived at Navy Pier half an hourter. <span id="kobo.129.3">I parked first, then waited for Dora and Dad. <span id="kobo.129.4">She didn’t need much help getting Dad out, as the car did most of the heavy lifting.
<span id="kobo.130.1">Reese went straight to him once he was settled. <span id="kobo.130.2">‘They’ve got a lot of amazing things. <span id="kobo.130.3">You’re going to enjoy it, and so am I.’
<span id="kobo.131.1">Dad looked up at her with a smile. <span id="kobo.131.2">I hadn’t seen him this happy in a long time. <span id="kobo.131.3">But that was the effect Reese had on people. <span id="kobo.131.4">She had an inner warmth and joy and goodness that spread around without her even trying.
<span id="kobo.132.1">I couldn’t understand how Malcolm never appreciated her. <span id="kobo.132.2">How could anyone have this woman by their side and not be madly in love?
<span id="kobo.133.1">That was the exact moment that I knew. <span id="kobo.133.2">Here, in the dim parking lot, watching Dad and Reeseugh together, I knew I loved her.
<span id="kobo.134.1">And I’d never ever feel about anyone else the way I felt about Reese.