Biddy pressed her forehead to the window. The pane was cold and caused shivers down her spine. She could smell the Thanksgiving dinner that Grandma May was cooking and she felt envious of her sister-in-law helping her. It was Biddyâs job to help with turkey and the potatoes. Biddy and Juni always made elaborate pies with beautiful designs that always caused the boarders to ooo and aaah. Now Thanksgiving was going to be plain. Plain and boring. There were no giggles from the girls as they whispered to each other about the boarders, creating elaborate storylines for the more mysterious ones. The one Thanksgiving where they caught Mr. Jones secretly kissing Miss Porter from their attic window was one of her favorites. The boys reenacting the first Thanksgiving, complete with music accompaniment and Patch in his suit of armor, made Grandpa May laugh so hard that tears were coming from his eyes.
All Biddy could hear from the kitchen was her sister-in-law and Grandma singing old church songs. It was nothing like the songs Strings and Rat would make up about being kicked from the kitchen. Biddy wasnât swatting Ratâs hand as he tried to sneak a small piece of turkey. It was more joyful before the accident. She still stuck by Juniâs side but they didnât talk as much. Juni didnât talk and Biddy didnât want to make her.
âIs it snowing? It feels cold enough.â Biddy said quietly. Monster jumped onto her lap and purred loudly. The cats were a lot more clingy lately, but that was the mood of the house now. The cats felt the need to please their mothers and to offer some sort of support. Though Biddy couldnât see the dark cloud, she could feel the fog of depression that hung heavily through the air. She didnât like it, but it was a matching accessory to her emotions.
âJuni, did Strings say he was coming over?â


















