On Thanksgiving morning, Kelsey put the turkey in the oven to cook and set the timer. Dinner with their parents was planned for five o’clock, plenty of time for the bird to cook and cool. She poured another cup of coffee and walked into the living room to check on the kids. Their twin blonde heads were side by side, their eyes glued to the giant balloons parading through the streets of New York City. Kelsey couldn’t help but smile. Watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade was one of those things that she and her siblings had always loved to do.
After watching a bit of the parade, Kelsey wandered into the dining room where Janelle was polishing silver.
“Only six tonight, right?” Janelle asked, her brow furrowed in concentration as she polished the spoon in her hand.
“Unless you invited someone else,” Kelsey replied.
“I was more concerned about you having invited someone.” She looked up with a smirk on her face. Kelsey shook her head and looked at the cup of coffee in her hand. “So, how many times has he called you this week?”
“Only once.” But there had been several texts and e-mails exchanged.
“Right,” Janelle scoffed. “Then who are you constantly talking to?”
Kelsey’s agent, Michelle Richmond, had called her at least a dozen times and sent her three script synopses. She’d been trying to convince Kelsey to come back to Los Angeles for an audition in two weeks. Kelsey had told her she couldn’t, that she was staying with her family until the end of January. She knew Michelle was slightly irritated that she’d started spending more time in Virginia. She also knew Michelle would never admit it.
“She’s keeping you on your toes. That’s good.” Janelle put the spoon down and picked up another. “Anything interesting?”
Kelsey took a seat beside her sister and told her about the scripts she’d received. One was a comedy and two were romantic dramas. She had decided she would definitely audition for the comedy, but couldn’t decide whether she wanted to do one or both of the romantic dramas. Auditions would take place after she went back to LA. Janelle encouraged her to go for all of them.
Janelle had always been helpful in picking scripts. If it hadn’t been for her sister, Kelsey might not have worked with Patrick. Even though the story line was interesting, the affair made her uncomfortable. Janelle had suggested Kelsey take the chance and broaden her horizons, reminding her that life wasn’t perfect. And neither were people.
“Mommy, someone’s pulling in the driveway!” Zach yelled.
Janelle gently laid the spoon down and hurried to the door. Kelsey followed at a slower pace and leaned against the wall, watching the kids. Zach had already seated himself on the floor beside his sister. The children had coloring books and crayons spread out in front of them. Zoe was lying on her stomach, feet in the air, crayon in hand, eyes glued to the TV.
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