The Bryson Home
William Bryson starts the tradition for the night. “I am thankful the secret of my career is not going to be buried for the rest of my life.” He looks at his son. Michael raises his glass of wine- only a splash, he needs to get used to the flavor- and smiles expectantly. “I am thankful the shadow Adrian left over our family and our city has been exterminated. I am thankful…” he pauses and covers Sarah’s hand with own, “For you Sarah.”
“Oh honey,” Sarah choked. Her eyes reddened, filling with tears.
“I went down a dark, dark road trying to protect our family in October. You helped pull me back. You… you and Michael, pulled me back into the light and reminded me of how much good we still have.” He lifted his glass to begin a toast. Sarah and Michael raised their glasses and waited until William finished. “My father is gone, but I am sitting at the table of his legacy. A beautiful legacy it is. A toast to us, and our strength to face whatever monsters God sets on our path.”
Michael and Sarah joined their glasses over the steaming turkey and William clinked them together. They drank the wine with no problem. On the other hand, Michael gagged and coughed. When he was finished, he looked at his parents.
“Okay,” she said. She paused and thought for a moment. “I am thankful we are traveling the country together. It feels good to finally leave the east coast! I am thankful you are safe,” She said, smiling at Michael, “And your acceptance into NYU.” She gazed at William, “And you. Wow! You were not nearly that poetic with your vows.”
He laughed, “Simpler times.”
“Simpler times?” Michael screamed. “What’s wrong with you people? How the hell am I supposed to top you two?”
Sarah scoffed, “You wanted to go last.”
Michael groaned. “I am thankful we are all safe. I am thankful I can finally give evidence to prove the existence of mythological creatures to my friends…”
William shook his head and silently mouthed, Nononono.
“I, okay, fine… I am thankful for you guys allowing me to stick around for a year and not go to school. I am also thankful Dad gave me his car because he got his new, badass company car.”
Michael looked at the turkey, the green bean casserole, macaroni and cheese, Dad’s apple pie, mashed potatoes, and the stuffing. He was salivating. “Can we get to eating now? I feel like we’re in a Lifetime movie every Thanksgiving.”
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