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Chris and I have started to recconect. For the first time since the incident with Sam I am feeling steady. After Chris made love to me we're having leftovers his parents saved for us from thanksgiving.

I hop up on the counter and he opens the fridge, gets out the turkey and all the...holy crap, all the trimmings. "Wow, dad said that mom went overboard this year and he wasn't kidding..."

I smile. "I love your parents, they're wonderful," I say. Chris goes about heating everything up. "SMels so good..."

"Oh, these sweet potatoes...fair warning...they're laced with rum..."

"Good thinking we're not eating and driving," I say. "Did you say your dad asked us to dinner?"