Thanksgiving. It would be the first time, for no matter
where his business took him or what he had to do, he
always managed to be home for Thanksgiving. "I know, but I want to be with Tony and he has
a large affair every year. We'll have pheasant, instead
of turkey, and champagne, and desserts beyond
imagination. You remember how well his chef
cooks."
"But it won't be Thanksgiving without a
turkey."
"Oh, there will be so many other delectable
things, you'll never miss it. I know what we'll do," she
continued, "we'll buy new dresses, just for the
occasion."
"But I haven't worn many of the things you
bought me for my birthday yet."
"This is different," she said turning slowly and
thinking. "We need to stand out . . . Get your coat,"
she said suddenly, her face lit with excitement. "We're
going to Andre's Boutique and pick out something
original for both of us."
"But Momma . . ." I knew that dresses and
gowns at Andre's began somewhere around eight
hundred dollars and went as high as ten thousand.
"Can we afford it now that Daddy's . . . Daddy's not
here?"
"Of course, we can. Your father is still
responsible for all our expenses," she replied firmly.
"Until I remarry. Then, he's just responsible for yours,
not that you will need to worry. Tony is very
generous. Come on," she said beckoning. "Let's get